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A Friend Story

When we were little kids, we made a secret promise. We never told each other the secret, because we all knew that it would stay true. We said that we would be best friends, and that we would never grow apart. Our parents said that we were unseperable. I still remeber our favorite colors, and our favorite friends. Sandy loved the color green, Katie loved blue, and I being the girly girly loved pink. My name is Bianca. This is my Friend story.

As I said before, we were best friends for along time. Once we went to middle school it was like a whole different world! We felt our friendship bond it's tides so we could stay together

Then I felt Sandy drift away silently. She became involved with rock music, skate boarding and horribly drugs. Me and Katie tried to help her, but she was busy with her druggie friends to notice us. Me and Katie swore that we would make it through middle school without any partings of the secret friends forever statement, and we had lost one member. To help make our friendship stay alive, Katie got a job for both her and me.

          It was nowhere speacial but with Katie and I we had a blast! We worked at a little accesorie store and made friends with customers. After work we would go to my place and eat a bucket of KFC chicken and watch bring it on. It was a work day ritual.
       One horrible night after work we sat down and ate. Then the phone rang. It was Sandy's mom. "Have you girls seen Sandy?"
Katie was suprised and explained that we haven't talked to her for about a year.
"Oh, well I thought that you girls were still friends. Sandy's been having a rough time recently and I can't find her." Then I heard her start to cry Katie told her that we would be alert if she were to come about. Sandy's mom calmed down and we said bye.

          Katie and I had paused the movie for the phone call and we hadn't turned it back on. "Maybe we should look for her." I considered but dropped it and turned on the movie. I explained over the noise that we didn't know where she would be and if her mother couldn't find her, why did she think we could?

After that our little ritual got less and less. We found more people to talk to and we found new topics. It was pretty sad after a while. I went and hung out with the "populars" and had a blast, yet i longed for my true relationship. Katie went the other way and became shy and smart. the only place I saw here was behind a book or whispering to another shy and smart person. I hadn't seen Sandy in about a month. I was worried about her yes, but I never showed it.

Then I recieved a phone call. It was Sandy and she was crying. She told me to meet her at a pond near her house. It used to be a little hide out we used when we were younger, butr it wasn't a very good hide out.
As I went over I saw a figure start to run there. It was Katie. I sat down next to Sandy and she was looking at her feet trying to hold back tears. Katie seemed to be looking her over also.
"We need to talk," Sandy began, wiping off tears. "I haven't been around for about a month. I was in New york city with a friend. I thought no one loved me any more and New York was a good place to find people just like me, and it's also good access to drugs. I went and I was mugged of all my money, got yelled at for looking at a cd that I was interested in buying and nearly ran over by a car. I didn't find anyone to hang out with but Jeremy." Me and Katie looked at each other. Jeremy wasn't a decent male. "I almost had an over dose by accident and I think I need help." Sandy finished as she burried her face in her sweatshirt. Katie talked to her first and gave her all these resources from books about were to seek help. I yelled at her and told her that right now she didn't need to read, she needed her friends. Then Katie began to cry. I think I started to too, becuase I felt my face all wet. We all hugged and I wish that I could say that it was all cute and stuff, but it wasn't. We didn't get to see Sandy much becuase she was at a clinic thinger, and Sandy went to many events for extra culicular activities. We were always there for a shoulder to cry on though. We call each other once and again but that's all.

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