Day Thirteen

With these high school days slowly creeping closer and closer to their end, so I realize who I actually cared for, and who actually cared for me. After skyping with a friend from out of the city, I began to flip through my yearbooks. Looking at the different people-- how many signed my grade nine yearbook, but how long the messages were in my grade eleven yearbook. How my relationships started back then, and what they've now become. This message however, continues to bring tears to my eyes. Morgan... From our first day of grade nine up until now, and so continuing, we've always been there for each other.
I still remember that first day, when I met Morgan. It was first period, applied science. I had just walked into the room and glanced around to see how few people were there, how distant they sat from one another, and how the room was filled with an eerie silence. As my eyes continued to dance across the room, I then see this fellow classmate of mine, looking at me; smiling and waving. A stranger to me, but a kind one at that. So I took upon her friendly greeting, and sat beside her. Within moments, were were laughing, as the rest of the room turned to look at us. If anything it made us laugh more.
It's moments like that, which I continue to hold onto. Memories of how things were, to build how things are. I know that as these next few months quickly pass, I will still have my dear friend Morgan. Even as the years pass. I envision us meeting up at Tim Hortons, sitting having tea together, talking about "the good old days." The days that held the most emotion and courage. It takes a friend like Morgan to realize; no matter where I go, or what I do, there will always be someone there with me.