I've known Emily since the first day of kindergarten. We were two 4 year olds in a sea of aged, mature 5 year olds. Bonding was inevitable. Emily's the kinda girl who speaks too loud and too fast and has strong opinions about things that are none of her business...but you love her anyways. Though I don't think we'd like each other if we met now--it was the sharing of a traumatic experience that made us life long friends. Well, when were 10, she went through a phase where she was afraid to come near me, but we don't talk about that.
Nina I met when I was 10. We shared a room one summer--my first overnight. Some kids get eased into an overnight experience. First they do evenings at a friend's house, then a sleepover, then those half-week long camps for kids whose parents trust about as far as they can throw 'em...or think they'll get homesick. Not me. First nuthin'--then "oh, hey, why don't you go share a room with a complete stranger all. summer. long." It didn't matter, ultimately, though. I met Nina. And all summer long, we were inseparable--did you ever see that movie The Parent Trap? It was like that. Like I'd found my long lost sister. Which was good, 'cause I only have brothers. Adorable, lovely brothers, who I will love till the day I die...but brothers still.
Nina was all girl. She was more into shoes--she had a pair of sparkly ballet flats that she really wanted me to be jealous of...but I wasn't. I preferred bags and was incredibly possessive of my I Love Lucy backpack. Our fashion focuses may have been a continued source of contention, but I'd rather be fighting with my BFF than...you know the song. Emily came to visit once that summer, but she was scared and...well, we don't talk about that. I'm sure she was just jealous of me and Nina's clothes.
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