I was so sad to depart from my best friend. She was my bestie since I was a little girl. I still remember that day when I took admission to my school. I was scared and confused about the new surroundings and people.
I was 6 years old. My family was in stable condition. We were a typical happy middle-class family full of hope and happiness. My father and mother were my worlds. We always found happiness in little things. My dad worked as a salesperson in a small shoe store. We were not that poor. I got admission to the new school and was very excited about it. I heard they taught students how to make crafts. I was soo into the arts.
My mother woke me up every day. I was a little girl who was very lazy to wake up early in the morning. It was my first day at school. My mother dressed me up and packed my lunch box. She put my books in the pink Cinderella bag according to the timetable. I said goodbye to her and accompanied my dad to the school.
My blue color painted class was so pretty. I saw tiny little kids scattered here and there in my class. Some of them were running and having fun while some were crying and not letting go of their parents. Then it hit me I wasn't willing to let him leave, so I hugged him tightly without letting him go.
He tried to make me get into the classroom, but my tiny eyes were already full of tears. I sobbed and screamed until a little girl came running to me and hugged me. She told me it will be alright and I could be her best friend. That little girl was Nancy. I was so lucky to have met her. She was always a sister to me since I had no siblings.
Her family was well settled. Her father owned a supermarket, and her mother was the teacher in the same school. That is the reason she joined the school that her mother teaches.
We pinky promised to be best friends forever. She was my partner in crime. I went to the house on holidays and during festivals. She had a beautiful tree house where we spent most of our time together making flowers from origami. Her mother was so supportive of us and she used to help us with our studies.
We had our little secrets. She had a crush on a boy in our class. His name was Aaron, and he was a quiet little cute boy who used a corner chair and minds his own business. He joined our school in fifth grade. He always slept during the first few periods. His favorite activity was scribbling in his notebook.
Nancy was always curious about him. She was keenly interested in him. So during our 7 grade, she mastered courage and talked to him. He was surprised and tensed at first but Nancy was a very friendly and talkative girl hence she never gave up.
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