The Last Try

The Beginning

                Have you ever felt so close to someone that you feel like you were related? That is how it was with me and Adrienne. We had known each other since we were babies, literally. My mom ran a daycare center at her house and Adrienne was one of the kids that she looked after.

                We were so close that we were like sisters. We would do everything together. When we were in kindergarten, we only went to school every other day. The days we weren’t at school we would both go to my grandmother’s house. We loved each other like family. Then that day came where I had to move to Alberta, it put a strain on our relationship. But it didn’t break us.

                We talked to each other every day. We sent each other letters every week. Our friendship was one that couldn’t be broken. Well, at least that is what we thought.  We were slowly growing apart, but my parents surprised me and sent me to Ontario to go stay with her for a week. This trip strengthened our friendship.

                But the next year we were slowly growing apart again. We were ripping at the seams, in a way that seemed like it could never be repaired. But that March, my grandfather died. We went back to Ontario for the funeral. When we arrived, the first person that I saw standing there was Adrienne. She had skipped school that day to be there for me. I ran up to her and we just stood there hugging each other for what seemed like hours.

                She was still there for me when I needed her most. She had helped me get through my grandfather’s death. This strengthened our friendship again. We started to talk to each other every day again. We started to send each other letters again. But nobody could have prepared us for was about to happen.

                I sent a letter to her one week. It was just about the usual stuff, “How’s it going, What’s new?” Stuff like that. I got a letter from her a couple weeks later, but it wasn’t in the cheery tone that she usually writes them in. This one was meaner.

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Hi Alyssa,

I just wanted to tell you that I don’t think we can talk anymore. It is too weird.

Moral of this letter, stop talking to me.

Goodbye,

Adrienne

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                As I finish reading the letter, I feel a tear roll down my cheek. What could I have done to make her feel that way? Everything was fine a couple weeks ago. What happened to her? I thought I knew her better than this.