Why I Want To Be My Best Friend?

It was an abnormally warm, October school day. The sun kissed my rich dark skin as I enjoyed the pleasures of recess with my new friends. The first day of school was supposed to be one of the most embarrassing and unfavorable days of my life. I was a new student escaping from the horrific world of kindergarten to the, what I thought was, a dramatic elevation to the first grade. While my friends and I amused each other by running away from the boys (who we asked to chase us in the first place), a girl from another class approached me. She towered over me, as nearly everyone else did, and was a sizable girl compared to the others. Her size and body language made it appear as though she was superior over me; it felt as if that was the case. superiority.Her

My name’s Keara.”She said with her iconic warm smile. “Do you wanna be best friends or do you already have one?.” I paused. “Uh yeah, sure. Cool.” I said with a slight but noticeable sense of regret.I didn 't understand what a “best friend” really was. I was homeschooled for most of kindergarten so I failed to meet as much people as the average kindergartener did. What did bestfriends do? Why would she want to be my best friend? Can someone be your best friend if you have only talked to them for thirty minutes? These are the questions I asked myself, and would have to find out soon. Days had gone by and I started to notice some questionable character traits of hers. She lived a few doors away from me, fortunately and unfortunately, so we would hang out frequently. I noticed how she started to hand me imperios demands that I had no intend to accept. She would demand people to do things in places that weren’t appropriate such as my own home, other peoples home or even when we would go out with our other friends as a friend group.She pushed me around like a stolen grocery cart; she had no business using me. Lying was typical. Fighting was common. Gossiping was in her blood. Stealing was first nature and swear words took over her vocabulary all at the age of eight. I certainly would not let my siblings be influenced by her, but I didn 't know how to separate herself from me. I was too scared to drop our friendship, until a new girl moved into our neighborhood in fourth grade