Sometimes, I just think about one of my old friends and how close we used to be. She was my best friend and we did so many things together. She was a very shy person and wasn’t one to talk openly to people. I knew her since childhood and we were friends in the past but up until my Freshmen year of High School, we had drifted apart from one another.
We soon became close friends again. And part of the reason being that at that time I had a very small group of friends. I was awkward in Middle School and seemed to rarely speak to anyone (partly because I lost a number of friends back in Grade School) Our shy nature and sense of humor brought us together, and were inseparable. We started to explore the world of Art and both became interested in Japanese culture. We soon wanted to learn everything we could about it, and wrote everything down.
We watched japanese anime (sometimes we pulled all-nighters.), Wrote down hiragana characters, and drew furiously in the hopes of becoming a professional artist in the future. We had our disagreements sometimes, when my friend became tired she would not talk AT ALL. And I always felt as if I had done something to bring this on, but I know that it wasn’t the case. My friend was spoiled as a child, more because she was an only child and she didn’t really have alot of family around. Her mom is was a nurse the local hospital and her father was a fireman.