My Best Friend Forever
I stared out the window and watched the freshly-manured field pass by. Erica sat next to me, sleeping, her head on my shoulder, her mouth open. I caressed her arm and thought back to what Mrs. English, our history teacher, had said on the first day of school. She asked us where we wanted to be in five years. If she’d asked me when I was twelve, I wouldn’t have said, “On a bus, with my best friend, running away to New Mexico.” My life changed when, on a Monday, two weeks after the junior prom, Erica came to school with her auburn hair cut shorter than mine and dyed white. Instead of...
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