Miley and I, we were two very different people, but somehow we ended up being the best of friends. Although sometimes it felt as if it was just me in our friendship. She was difficult to get to know, yet by the end of our three-month friendship, she knew everything about me. When we met around 10th grade, I had recently moved to the school so I didn’t know anyone. She was the first person to talk to me. Miley seemed like an open book but was in fact the opposite.
We talked here and there but I think our friendship really started around the time her father died. He played a very important role in her life so losing him was like losing a part of herself. I remember she called me that night telling me in between sobs what happened. I think this was the first time that she really opened herself up to me. To be quite honest, I felt almost honored. I was not her only friend, not even her closest friend at the time, yet I was the only person she decided to tell. To this day, I still wonder why she never told anyone but me.
Miley was so bubbly when we met, but after her father’s death she changed a lot. She no longer smiled all the time, and she started skipping school. I would ask her every day where she had been, but there was never an answer. I found out she would skip class to get high with a couple of other kids when I saw her in the main office. She got caught. That afternoon I asked her the same question as usual.
A Letter Britney Sandoval 8-2 Short Story
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