User:Yunogasai77/STORY TIME

 A girl usually has a variety of people who could be their best friends mostly girls or a variety of animal’s maybe? But, this is a story about a girl who enjoyed being best friends with a boy. Many girls can’t be friends with guys without having people accuse them of dating or hiding something in between. Along the way the girl learned to live with it and just lay back and enjoy every second of her friendship.

 “Hi I’m Isabella Byrd, I’m 17 and I’m a senior in high school. I’m proud to say my best friend is a guy. His name Noah Sexton, he’s also 17 and we go to the same school together, ride the same bus, walk home together, and we even live across the street from each other.” “Me and Noah don’t really talk much outside school, we text each other here and there, but overall we are still friend’s in the end. We hang once in a blue moon when Noah isn’t busy or “tired” to hang out. I don’t mind that, I just enjoy the fact he’s my best friend anyways.” Here’s my story on how we met and started an amazing friendship.

 “It’s the first day of school.” I said as I looked in the mirror at my short, small, elegant body. Brushing the lose hair and wrinkles out of my shirt, I turned side to side looking at my appearance, hoping that s was acceptable on the first day. Grabbing my bag, I headed down stairs ignoring the fact I didn’t bother putting makeup on. I was tired and just ready to see what Roosevelt had in store for me. Leaving the house, I walked to the bus stop waiting for the big yellow box on wheels we call a school bus to pick up me and the fellow students at my stop. I was ready and not ready at the same time, there were eyes on me even if I liked it or not. So I decided to sit in the very front seat behind the bus driver.

 Pulling up in front of the school, I stared at the castle like model and the open way of the school. Kids piled up behind me, I began to walk again. Opening the doors I walked to cafeteria and sat at the first available table. I really just wanted the day to begin so I could figure everything out and how well I was going to like this school. I realized I only had half schedule so I had only 1st- 3rd hour to see how well this school fit me. School seemed like forever to me and I really couldn’t wait to just go back home. I never said I didn’t like the school I just bored easily on the first day, no biggy.

 A month or so passed. “Get a full schedule; it’s the best idea at this rate you’re going. More credits, the quicker you graduate.” My mom said from behind the fridge door, grabbing a pop, she kicked the door shut. “But I enjoy the schedule I have. I’m still going at a good pace; I’m not failing any of my classes.” I begged to differ. “Isabella, I’m just trying to make sure you do graduate on time. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “Fine…I’ll get a full schedule.” Even though I really didn’t want too, I did anyways. Starting a full schedule could lead me to greater things.

 It was Monday and I finally started my full schedule, it was better than I thought. My first three classes were the same then came lunch, English, poetry, graphic design, and environmental science. This was probably the greatest choice I made. There he sat the back of the class at computers; Noah was sitting at the fourth computer. Hesitating I wanted to go over there and work on the computer as well, but I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo or anything. So choosing the front row seat near the teacher was as close as I was going to get to anyone in that class.

 By the end of the day I was distracted I barely did any work to begin with. But I wasn’t bothered by it. At the time my cousins were living with me, so I couldn’t wait to go home and tell them all the details. Searching for my bus I finally found it. And well luckily enough Noah rode my bus too. I was full of inner butterflies and the weirdest feeling. Getting off the bus I didn’t pay attention to who got off with me. Sure enough Noah happened to get off at my stop as well. Walking home, I knew he had to live near me; he walked the same way I did the whole way home. I didn’t mind much to even see which house he lived in. Opening the door and running quickly upstairs to my cousin’s room. “Guys, there is a reaaaaalllly cute boy that rides my bus! I don’t know his name, but he rides my bus I have a class with him and he lives across the street! HELP ME!” flopping down on their bed I pulled out my phone and searched facebook. He happened to pop up in my suggestions. I was scared to send a request so I left him in my suggestions. Me and my cousin’s spent the rest of the night complimenting the kid and just saying anything that came to mind. I really liked the kid, and I had no idea why.

 A couple of weeks passed, I didn’t forget the fact I left the kid in my suggestions. The same we became friends on the same day I said one word to him. Yep, one word “Sorry.” He happened to walk same direction I did to get to our seats and I also happen to be in his way, so I apologized and moved. Like an idiot I felt so weird after even though I said sorry.