This girl. Everyone else knows her as Jordan, the senior. I know her as Jordy, Shorty, Shortz. The girl I have known since kindergarten. The girl I knew since I fell and scraped my knee, she carried me to the nurse. I knew her as my best friend. We never had fights, we were inseparable, even though there was a four year difference. I loved her.
I guess it started when i was in 8th grade. I was at the top of the food chain, getting ready to be at the bottom again. I had to ride the "second wave" buses, which were buses that came from the high school to the middle school. I got on, knowing that I will have to battle for seat. I walked on, and saw that familiar face. "JORDY!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. She moved her backpack and I sat with her. We talked about our first day. My stop came, and I turned and said, "See you tomorrow, Jordy." That's how it started.
Jordan has helped me through everything imaginable. Dating, drama, almost-fights, fights. We love each other. But, it's the end of the year. She was graduating. She was leaving. I let it sink in, and hugged her tight. "Stay off the peanuts," I said quietly. The inside joke between me and her (and another). My stop came, and I walked to my friends house.
That night, I went to take a shower. I stood in the shower, washing my hair. Then, it hit me. Like a hurricane, it hit me. I cried and cried. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't see her. I grabbed a towel, dried off, got dressed, and cried in my mom's arms.
She was my best friend. But, I realized, that she will forever be in my heart. Not everything ends. Best Friends always last.