No. No, I’m not doing this. I’m not being all “lost my old best friend but made a new one on my way out of our friendship.” No way
Oh, I’d been warned. Everyone said, “Don’t go to high school with your elementary school friends, it just complicates matters.” I heard all about high school politics and about outgrowing old friendships, and the rite of passage of feeling like you have no friends in the entire world.
I just never, in one million years, thought any of it would apply to me.
Atara has been my best friend since I was a little girl. She was the Mike to my Ike, the Simmy to my Mimmy.
And now she’s not.
I walk faster, a light summer shower begins. It suits my mood perfectly.
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