Life of its own self

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"A best friend is a treasured gift, a prize beyond compare. Someone who know the good and bad, you know is always there..." - Unknown

Sometimes I read that to myself when I alone in my room with nothing to do. Dust would collect on it and all of my little treasured gifts. People collect coins or spoons, I collect memories.

My friend got that for me when I was in elementary school. It's a small little glass plate with the words on the top "To my best friend ".

~~2nd day of 1st grade~~

The bus was supposed to be coming soon. I sat on the curb side in my pigtails and princess backpack. My neighbor's house was one of the pick up spots for the elementary school kids. Bored out of my mind and haven't made a single friend in my 1st grade class, or even in my neighborhood. The only friend I had was my brother and his friends who pick on me.I look around for something to do to pass the time. A girl walking down the sidewalk to the bus area. In the distance it's hard to see what she looks like. But I can make out a few details as she gets closer.

Once she finally makes it close enough I walk up to herb.

"Hi I'm Celest! Want to be my friend?"