I give full credit of this article to Adele for her song "Chasing Pavements." Look it up, it's a great song.
"Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere . . ."
I don't know anymore. I mean, you're the best thing that's happened to me since . . . Ever. You're my best friend; I wanted you to stay here. I remember when you got me hooked on buying Littlest Pet Shops and little stuffed bears from Build A Bear Workshop. That was our thing, our hobby. I hated it when everyone else caught on and started trying to hang out with us with their LPS or BABW animals. Then in sixth grade, you told me you were moving. I wanted to cry.
Since third grade, we were like sisters. We were inseparable. We try to keep our friendship going, even states apart, through Whyville. That's why I can't quit this site, it's holding me to you. It's the one thing nobody would do with us, play on Whyville. We never had a fight. I'm just chasing pavements by trying to pursue our old friendship. Things won't ever be the same with me in Colorado and you in South Dakota. I don't want you out of my life, but that's where you're drifting, and I can't help but think of you when I see a Build A Bear Workshop item or a store in the mall, or even a Littlest Pet Shop you had and showed me. I remember when you said there should be a zebra. There is, and I have it. I was the first to have the zebra and the cheetah. I was proud of myself because you had over 500 of the little guys and not one was a zebra or cheetah, or even a seal or a chinchilla.
" . . . Would it be a waste? Even if I knew my place, should I leave it there? Should I give it up?"
I don't want to give up on you. I know my place isn't in your life anymore, unless you count Whyville. I would love to leave it in the school we went to since third grade, just leave our friendship there so I wouldn't be in such a heartbroken mess. I miss you. I don't know if it's a waste anymore. I miss my best friend. The friend I talked to for so many years about everything, but nothing, at the same time. I've met new people, I've made new friends, but none of them compare to you. I want you back.
I remember the day we went to the Great Sand Dunes with the whole sixth grade. We ran up and rolled down the dunes, Racheal's hat blew away in the wind and we made Kasirah go get it. We got soaking wet and covered in mud from playing in the stream, we got our feet stuck in the mud under the stream, we even made a huge sand castle with Racheal and we called it ours. Racheal took a picture and we were all truly happy. The bus ride back, we played all sorts of silly games with our iPods. We listened to music and turned it all the way up so that the others could hear it and we played Guess The Song. Then we were singing "The Mysterious Ticking Noise" by the Potter Puppet Pals, but using our names instead. I was Snape, you were Harry Potter, Racheal was Dumbledore, Shaquaisha was Hermione, and Kasirah was Ron. Then Nicole was Voldemort at the end.
Then we all fell asleep and our teachers took pictures of us all asleep. I remember playing with my laser pointer on that bus ride back and shining it in Nicole's mouth while she slept. We video taped it on Racheal's phone. I pointed the laser in her mouth, up her nose, and in her ear while she was asleep. You guys video taped the whole thing. Then we put a "Kick Me" sign on someone while they were asleep. That was classic. I got off of the bus with a huge smile on my face, barefoot on the hot pavement, and covered in sand and water. You gave me a piggyback ride to my car and then walked to yours because you were the smart one who brought shoes AND sandals while I just wore my $90 shoes from basketball season and nearly ruined them. I remember the next day we all came to school picking bits of sand out of our own hair and laughing about the previous day's events. Those were the good ol' days. I miss those days, the days where we were together and happy.
By now, I hope the person I was writing about was reading this. I hope she knows who she is, and how much I miss her and her weirdness. She was so weird, it rubbed off on me and made me the weirdo that the world knows today.
Monet1616, going to go put up her Littlest Pet Shop for good this time. There's no point in keeping them out in the open anymore.
