A story of 2 friends.

sorry for the spelling

A girl and a boy are sitting at a table, wondering how they're going to get through 9th grade. well, the boy is anyway. the grisl introduces herself to him, and they immediatly strike up a conversation. for the next three days, they talk to each other, and make each other laugh, and somehow, someway, they end up becoming friends. he doesnt see her for another 2 or 3 weeks, but he knows that when he sees her again, they will just strike up a conversation as if there wasnt any time that they hadnt seen each other. they become best friends, her saying that she felt that he knew her emotions better than she could convey them, and that he helped her with her problems. she was always the more affectionate one, and though he had the same feelings of friendship he never conveyed them to her. she didnt know that he always felt like he was useful to someone when she told him her problems, and that he loved her with all his heart. they vowed to never break apart, and that they will be friends forever. they had their major downs, and their major ups, but their bond was never broken, they always gravitated toward each other... they used to always pretend she was black, and used to have the best times... but somehow... somehow... the thing that they promised would never happen, and the thing that he was scared of most, happened. in the midst of school, and family, and other friends... they forgot about each other... until one moment... they glimpsed each other out of the corner of their eyes, and they realized, in haste, that something was wrong... they grabbed frantically at each other, but it was too late... the bond was broken... this story is still ongoing, but they know that they need to work on this, they need to work on this now, otherwise it will never work out... and the boy oh-so-desperately wants this to work out... so very much...

I love you, Chiquiada