Here is the essay that I wrote for literater
Soul Sisters
Mary Beth was my best friend. Her, Morgan, and I had been inseparable and joined at the hips since I had moved in with Morgan when I was 7 because my parents had a drug problem. So when Morgan and I had come home from our 10 day vacation to Nebraska for our cousin’s graduation and Mary Beth spilled the braking news that she was moving at the end of the summer I thought my world had ended. What did she mean? How could she leave? She had always been there I never thought that could change. And how could she leave she had always been just across town?
I mean we were all disappointed when a few years ago when both of our families moved to the other side of town and if either of us had stayed and not moved we would have been within walking distance of the other ones house, but this was different she was moving 2 hours away to Paso Robles a little town by the beach. And how could she leave just before high school? We had always been home schooled (well except me. I had gone to public school from pre – school through first grade, but My aunt, Morgan’s mom, had me re-do 1st grade after I moved in with them) and we had all enrolled in CAVA last year for 8th grade, but still we had never gone out of our way to make different friends. Not that we didn’t have other friends, but our trio just like in that Disney movie lion king would be down to two. This wasn’t how we had planned it.
So many of our planes and dreams had backpedaled after the news, but we tried not to worry about it we had all summer right and summer hadn’t even really started because we still had a few weeks left of school.
Before Mary Beth had told us about her dad’s new job and their moving I never thought we could be closer. After we took a week to let everything settle in, we we’re at each others houses more and more. Since we had started high school and Mary Beth was leaving mom let Morgan and I get emails and after 8th grade graduation we were now privileged to go to our churches high school youth group. So on some Wednesday nights mom would drop us off at Mary Beth’s house and the three girls would walk to the church. One night, before Morgan and I had our emails (Mary Beth had hers though) when we were over at Mary Beth’s house we used her email to make a blog. We were all trying our best to keep the others spirits up so just because it was fun to type we named the blog blondettefriends.blogspot.com because Mary Beth and I are both brunette and Morgan is blond.
All too soon the day came when Mary Beth and her family were officially leaving town and they had so many friends that we had all grown up knowing that were there to help them get the cars packed for the trip .One of the hardest things I’ve ever done was that day trying to say goodbye to my best friend and keep in mind that we would always be close through God. The tears didn’t breakout until we were trying to get dusty, Mary Beth’s cat, into a moving crate, but she got scared when the door popped open and ran down the street. Then Mary Beth ran into the house and people thought it would be better to give her some space, but I ran in after her and found her in her mom and dads bathroom just off their bedroom crying. Seeing her cry made my tears burst suddenly even though I tried to hold them back to keep her strong, but I couldn’t help it so I walked in and we held each other and cried into the other one’s shoulder until Morgan came in and told us that her and our friend Jennifer had caught Dusty and she was back in the crate. After we all tried to make our faces less red we walked out and mom told us that she wanted to go so Morgan, Mary Beth and I got into a tight hugging circle and tried to hold back the tears.
As we drove away the only thing I could do was try and hold myself together knowing that in 2 weeks we would go and visit them in there new house. Living so far away from Mary Beth has helped me to make myself cry. (I want to be an actor so don’t worry I’m not mental) so much easier and now that I’ve seen Mary Beth settled into her new house it’s made it easier to be happy that we have a place to stay when we go to the beach. And we e-mail each other almost every day and on November 7th we’re all going to Magic Mountain with our church youth group and Mary Beth is going to spend the whole week with us.
Even though there is a big distance I don’t think we’ll ever forget the great memories that we have had together, but it makes our time so much more precious and not to be wasted.
Mary Beth was my best friend. Her, Morgan, and I had been inseparable and joined at the hips since I had moved in with Morgan when I was 7 because my parents had a drug problem. So when Morgan and I had come home from our 10 day vacation to Nebraska for our cousin’s graduation and Mary Beth spilled the braking news that she was moving at the end of the summer I thought my world had ended. What did she mean? How could she leave? She had always been there I never thought that could change. And how could she leave she had always been just across town?
I mean we were all disappointed when a few years ago when both of our families moved to the other side of town and if either of us had stayed and not moved we would have been within walking distance of the other ones house, but this was different she was moving 2 hours away to Paso Robles a little town by the beach. And how could she leave just before high school? We had always been home schooled (well except me. I had gone to public school from pre – school through first grade, but My aunt, Morgan’s mom, had me re-do 1st grade after I moved in with them) and we had all enrolled in CAVA last year for 8th grade, but still we had never gone out of our way to make different friends. Not that we didn’t have other friends, but our trio just like in that Disney movie lion king would be down to two. This wasn’t how we had planned it.
So many of our planes and dreams had backpedaled after the news, but we tried not to worry about it we had all summer right and summer hadn’t even really started because we still had a few weeks left of school.
Before Mary Beth had told us about her dad’s new job and their moving I never thought we could be closer. After we took a week to let everything settle in, we we’re at each others houses more and more. Since we had started high school and Mary Beth was leaving mom let Morgan and I get emails and after 8th grade graduation we were now privileged to go to our churches high school youth group. So on some Wednesday nights mom would drop us off at Mary Beth’s house and the three girls would walk to the church. One night, before Morgan and I had our emails (Mary Beth had hers though) when we were over at Mary Beth’s house we used her email to make a blog. We were all trying our best to keep the others spirits up so just because it was fun to type we named the blog blondettefriends.blogspot.com because Mary Beth and I are both brunette and Morgan is blond.
All too soon the day came when Mary Beth and her family were officially leaving town and they had so many friends that we had all grown up knowing that were there to help them get the cars packed for the trip .One of the hardest things I’ve ever done was that day trying to say goodbye to my best friend and keep in mind that we would always be close through God. The tears didn’t breakout until we were trying to get dusty, Mary Beth’s cat, into a moving crate, but she got scared when the door popped open and ran down the street. Then Mary Beth ran into the house and people thought it would be better to give her some space, but I ran in after her and found her in her mom and dads bathroom just off their bedroom crying. Seeing her cry made my tears burst suddenly even though I tried to hold them back to keep her strong, but I couldn’t help it so I walked in and we held each other and cried into the other one’s shoulder until Morgan came in and told us that her and our friend Jennifer had caught Dusty and she was back in the crate. After we all tried to make our faces less red we walked out and mom told us that she wanted to go so Morgan, Mary Beth and I got into a tight hugging circle and tried to hold back the tears.
As we drove away the only thing I could do was try and hold myself together knowing that in 2 weeks we would go and visit them in there new house. Living so far away from Mary Beth has helped me to make myself cry. (I want to be an actor so don’t worry I’m not mental) so much easier and now that I’ve seen Mary Beth settled into her new house it’s made it easier to be happy that we have a place to stay when we go to the beach. And we e-mail each other almost every day and on November 7th we’re all going to Magic Mountain with our church youth group and Mary Beth is going to spend the whole week with us.
Even though there is a big distance I don’t think we’ll ever forget the great memories that we have had together, but it makes our time so much more precious and not to be wasted.
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