Next, I’m going to talk about a group of people. I met some of them in 4th grade, some in 7th, and some in 8th. These people, my friends, are the best friends I could ever ask for. We started something, in 8th grade. Something big. And now… we can’t stop it.

These people have changed my life, and made the past year the best year of my life. I love them, and I don’t think they realize how much they’ve done for me. I don’t know what it is, that makes us practically magnetic.

Our relationship, I don’t see it anywhere else. They are my unofficial family. I don’t tell them everything… but I know that I can. I know that they will support me, and just knowing that, gives me a lot. Probably only one of them will read this, and I just want to say thanks.

So thanks =]

This is kind of a different kind of autobiography, but I still consider it one. Because all of these people have made me who I am. They are my life. And you said to write about what I know most. They are what I know most. I love them.