CRACK!!!
“Oh crap,” I heard my mom say as I walked into the kitchen. I saw the egg shatter across the floor and watched the sticky yolk go EVERYWHERE! I grabbed a wet paper towel for her and helped her clean it up. When I started cleaning, I began to reminisce on the time Michelle and I broke an egg by throwing it back and forth. I laughed as I was remembering that moment and wondered how many things we have broken.
BOOM!!
“What was that?” Michelle exclaimed.
“Oh my gosh. It was the bed!” I said.
I will always remember the time Michelle and I had broken the bed. Doesn’t every child get in trouble for jumping on the bed? Yep. That was us. We always got caught jumping on the bed. The ONE time she did not catch us was the ONE time we broke it. My parents weren’t home so we decided to jump on the bed.
We jumped for a good minute, then all of a sudden, we hear a big BOOM and we instantly fell down. I hopped off the bed to see what the commotion was, and the bas board had broken off the bed. My mom STILL does not know about that till this day.
CRACK!!
“OH CRAP!!!”
As we started to get older, and our friendship grew, we became somewhat aggressive. We were like two bulls in a china shop! We wrestled constantly! This one specific time, we took our wrestling to a new extreme. Michelle and I came inside from playing a competitive game of basketball, and we started to wrestle. (Michelle and I were so aggressive that we used to play tackle football with the boys and always win) By this time, we were rolling around on the floor in my living room. Michelle was much stronger than I was, and somehow managed to body slam me onto the couch. As I landed on the couch, you see the couch split in half. My couch is a big couch that seats like ten people. We soon realized that the couch was not fitting back together. When my mom walked in, she was so angry when she saw what we had done. She knew how to fix it, super glue. The couch will forever be broken.
POP!
“OUCH Michelle!!”
“Oops.. Sorry!!”
Still wiping up the mess my mom made for her, I remember that Michelle and I have even broken bones! I guess you could say we were tom boys back in our day. We were upstairs building our weekly fort, and I jammed my index finger. My finger was throbbing and I didn’tknow what to do. I told Michelle that my finger was hurting and pointed it to her. Michelle apparently thought I was kidding, and she pulled it! I hear my finger make a loud pop! I immediately began to cry because of the pain I was in. We could see the curve if my finger and we knew it was broken. I will never forget the thriving pain I was in.
As I finish cleaning up the sticky egg, these memories popped in my head. 16 years old and I’m surprised we haven’t broke anything in a while. We will always be crazy, aggressive, best friends. I would not trade it for the world though. I appreciate my best friend for making me stick up for myself. One of the best lessons in life you can learn is to stick up for yourself, and she has helped me do that. Our friendship will never be broken, unlike all the things we have broken.
