My Best Friend

My best friend has dark brown hair, brown eyes, freckles, and contacts. She is, in a way, like me, except that I'm all sorts of stuff, and she's just caucasian. [Not to be racist or anything.] We always say that we are creepily similar, considering we have basically the same interests, basically the same experiences, and even basically the same schedule! I met her the first day of fifth grade when she moved from Tacoma to Olympia, ending up in Mrs. Nelson's class sitting next to me. We became friends right away. We did all the same things. She got glasses, then I got glasses. It was basically like that for the whole 4 years we've known each other. Even though four years isn't that many in comparison to other people and their friends, some people[WYATT >:D] call us a bickering old couple. All we could do was laugh when we heard that. We knew it was true. Sad, but true.

She's the type of person who thinks about everything. One day at lunch, she picked up a Frito and said, "I wonder how they make them curly. Do they just go like that, or are they pre-made curly?" Another day at lunch, she has a Sunchip. "I wonder how they get wavy?" Now, whenever she has Sunchips or Fritos, I tease her about that day in sixth grade. All she can say is, "I still want to know!" She always says whats on her mind. Or at least it seems like it. I always complain about how she complains to me about cold. She's always cold. Like, always. We're on our way to science in the 700 building, and as soon as we step outside I hear a loud "BRRRRR." When go into the gym from the locker room, I heard another "BRRRRRR!" I sigh just as loud back.

I'd say she is an ambivert. She's not normal. But she's not weird. That's all I can say about that.