We went getting along. We fought every time we talked. We were soposed to keep in touch . Be best friends . We knew the chances were slim but we thought we could make it. After all we were best friends since first grade.We shared homework answers. Secrets, cellphone numbers . Everything under the sun,the stars. Why were we fighting. We cried together on the last day . We caleed each other the moment we got home from school. We got grounded because we talked to much . We didnt care as long as we still kept in touch. When the first dy of a new school came near we planned our outfits so we could match even though we were in diffrent schools. So we could be connected. When we saw that we were becomng less needy of each other i guess we just shoved our friendship down each others throats. We stil called the moment the bell rang and the moment we woke up because we always had we felt like we had to . We wanted to keep in touch. The last thread of childhood still to be connected. I guess i was wrong .