Savannah--My Kyra

My Kyra.

           Have you ever had that one best friend? The one who        makes your bad days better? The one who knows you better than you know yourself? Well I don’t mean to brag but I have one of those. Her name is Kyra. It’s been a year and a half since I met my best friend. Our friendship has a long story to go with it so I’ll tell you.

           I started 6^th grade at Frisbie Middle School. I had met these two girls, Alexus and Giselle.  We became very close friends over the summer of 2011. Nothing could have broken us apart. Or so we thought.

           August 6^th, 2012 we our first year of 7^th grade. Giselle had met a girl, a girl I never really noticed before. Her name was Kyra. Giselle had left Alexus and me for her. Alexus disliked Kyra but I hated her. With a passion. She had broken up something I had built all on my own, my friends. Something I worked hard for and because of her it was all gone. I finally stopped talking to Alexus. I decided my school work had to come first so it did.

                 6^th grade passed as a blur but I survived it. Summer went by fast and lonely too.  It was finally over. I began 7^th grade off confusing with lots of schedule changes but I finally got a permanent one. The first day I went to all my classes I only had 5^th period P.E with Kyra. It was only one class so I didn’t mind it that much.

               I got so caught up in life, I guess, I had forgotten the hate I had for her. I would try to ignore her in P.E but she would get so annoying she would laugh at everything, things that weren’t even funny and I just didn’t like the  thought of her not knowing that she had ruined my friendship with Alexus and Giselle.

                 I began disliking her once again, I couldn’t stand her. Only this time she realized something. She realized I was the only person who didn’t talk to her, accept her little gifts, I was the only person who actually tried to fight her. Later on in the year she tried to talk to me a couple of times but I just brushed her off. All my friends knew her, they liked her, and they told me good things about her. I didn’t really try to get to know her because it was the end of the year so I was just careless about her.

                   August 5^th, 2013 I started 8^th grade. I wished I hadn’t thought I had second, third, and sixth hour with Kyra!  She wore pink, animal print, laughed more than ever, always smiling and laughing. Then out of nowhere I had to talk to her I just got the feeling she’s not who people thinks she was. And I wanted to find out why.

                    So I talked to her. I got so annoyed at first but I gave her my patience but I guess our teachers didn’t. After 4 days of nonstop talking in 3 classes our 6^th period teacher had given us a Saturday school. I couldn’t believe it not even my first week back to school I had to spend my Saturday at a school cleaning up messes I didn’t even make! And it was all because I was being nice to a girl I just met that week! I knew I had made a mistake talking to her, so I ignored her. That Saturday when it was just me and her in a room for 2 hours I decided I had my chance to see the real Kyra. So I asked questions, she asked me questions we just talked for a while. August 12^th, 2013. The day we told one another we were officially friends. Now a year and a half later were best friends. To me she’s not my best friend. She’s my sister, my partner in crime. To me she will always be way more than a best friend.

                 It’s because of Kyra I realized people wear a mask to hide things. Things that nobody can or ever will see. Kyra taught me to never judge a person by the way they look or act. People aren’t always what they seem. Give people a chance in things.