When i was about five i went to my first gymnastics class. All the girls there made fun of my for my “extra junk”. I always had to buy huge leotards and suck in my tummy extra. I felt like I had to work harder to stay in shape. Maggie was in my class. She was short and cute and skinny, like all the other girls. She had brown hair and blue-green eyes and a really funny laugh. She always treated me like i was normal.
Maggie and i ended up being best friends, she was the responsible, awesome kid that every mother dreams of. And i was the rebellious, loud, annoying kid with an eyebrow peircing at the ripe old age of 13.
We promised to always be there for eachother. “the daring duo”, her mom used to call us.
That night Maggie couldn’t be there for me. i couldn’t call on herto come get me, because after 4 hours of the usual “We’ve been best friends for 13 years! i wouldn’t take you if i thought something bad would happen!” persuasion speech, Maggie was passed out in my lap with a weird smile on her sweaty face.