I've basically had the same friends my entire life.

I met my first bestie in grade one and we bonded over our love of the monkey bars. My current best friend arrived at out primary school in grade two, joined our twosome, and has been by my side ever since.

Those two friends I made in primary school turned out to be beautiful and popular enough that I never had to strike out on my own. People gravitated to them. Some of those people I despise most days. Some are my favourite people on Earth. I call all of them my friends.

We're not nice people. It took me a long time to realise this.

We're mean and judgmental. We call ourselves open minded, but you wouldn't believe it when someone wears the wrong shoes.

We're ridiculously bitchy, bitchy and cannibalistic at that. During the summer there's usually a period when everyone is in our hometown, and we go out together almost everyday. No one is game enough to go to the bathroom during dinner, because they know the second they're out of earshot someone will start gossiping and we'll all be giggling.

And yet, they're funny, and smart, and pretty much the coolest people you could ever meet. When I didn't study for my chemistry exam, it was Jensen that helped me steal the teacher's notes. He was a straight A student and did it for the laugh. When a boy messed around on me in my second year at uni, it was Alice and Daniel who egged his car and sent me the photos. When my parrot escaped last week, Jackie drove out to my house at 2am with a ladder, and climbed up a tree to get him for me.

My friends are not nice. And I wouldn't change them for anything. ^^,
kikis2 kikis2
22-25, F
May 18, 2012