My Best Friendships

Some of the best friendships are between you and someone you may have disliked at one time. At least that’s the case for me. I hated my best friend Victoria for the longest time when we were younger. There was no reason for me to dislike her either. I just did, and she was well aware of it. One day she came up to me at recess and even asked me why I didn’t like her, and my response was, “I just don’t.” This went on for quite a few years, until one year we played volleyball together. She was the first person I talked to at the very first practice that summer, and we clicked. Ever since that day we have been best friends. When that school year started we were inseparable. We played every sport together, rode to every game together and usually hang out every night after. At school we had different lunches but I would bring peanut butter every day just so I could go eat with her. Sixth grade came along and things were pretty much the same but our friendship just kept getting stronger and stronger. This year is when I finally found someone I could trust. I started telling her things about me and my family that I had never told anyone before. When I had surgeries she was by my side through it all. She got the whole basketball team to put bandages on their heads one game I came to watch, since I had a cast on my head and couldn’t play that year. Later that year I thought our friendship had to come to an end. We had gone to sixth grade camp. Sounds like a total innocent trip, but for Victoria and I, it turned into hell. One morning when we were in the cafeteria for breakfast, Victoria and I went to the restroom with our other friends. We wanted to talk and do our hair together, typical girl stuff. There was some girl in the stall and our friends were saying rude things to her so Victoria and I left. When we got back to our table we told the chaperone that the other girls were being rude, but she didn’t go do anything about it. We carried on with our day until later that afternoon we were pulled aside to be informed that we were getting kicked out for harassing some girl while she was using the restroom. Later after our families found out, Victoria’s family wanted her nowhere around me, considering we were only sixth graders getting kicked out of camp and suspended from school. We still talked in school every day after that and after time we started hanging out again. At the end of the school year one of our teachers told us there was absolutely no way we were getting placed in the …show more content…
When the day came around that we could call our school to find out what class we were placed in Victoria, I and our friends were all hanging out. We all sat around and called one after the other and saying our teachers out loud. Victoria went first and they told her she was in Mrs.Kapicoo class. Everyone that was there that in our grade got put into Mrs.Kapicoo’s class. I went last but didn’t even want to call anymore. I was devastated thinking that all my friends were in the same class and I was separated from them. Almost in tears I finally got the nerve to call and when I asked what class I was the told me I was in Kapicoo’s class. We all knew it would be one hell of a year. Shopping for our school supplies and uniforms together Victoria and I filled with excitement. This was the first year they placed us in the same …show more content…
It seemed like no big deal because we still were with each other all the time. She was still my best friend and nothing was changing that. Although after those few summers had passed I realized once I went back to Illinois our friendship was just phone calls, text messages, facetimes and the usual visits that now seemed to be less often. I continuously threw fits trying to stay in Michigan. At one point I thought I had convinced my mom into letting me live with