I have a few best friends, but now I chose to write about only one, because she deserves her own piece of writing, and so much more. I will write about a few others later.

My best friend is special to me in so many ways. She gave me my most memorized haircut in kindergarten. She was the one that I chose, not my parents, at a picnic. And she chose me, too, me in the apple dress in preschool. We never knew we would become best friends, let alone friends at all. We did not even know each other's names by the end of that first day, but played with each other afterward, and soon knew all about each other.

Every single time I come to school with a frown on my face, every single time it is she that makes me laugh.

We like to talk about how odd people can be, when we ourselves are quite weird. We giggle and write books (our most recent one being 'The Adventures of Coco the Talking M&M') and make plays, write songs, have sleepovers in which we can never fall asleep because one of us brings up the subject of penguins. Ever since we were in kindergarten and had our first sleepover, that would be it. Penguins. No idea why, but we have stuck to it.

We have episodes called The Bob and Joe Episodes. I am Bob, and she is Joe. We always manage to crack ourselves up.

We like to visit the beach.

We used to love playing Mean Witch when we were little, and one of us would the witch and the other would be the girl. Each of us would try and outwit the other one. I usually ended up as the witch, but I did not mind. In fact, I loved it.

Sofia, there are so many more things I would want to write, but sadly it is 9:15 and I have to go to bed. I hope you understand how much I appreciate you.

Lots of love,

Stellar

My best friend is something else. Sometimes I am not sure she is from planet earth.

Even if you are being a grump she can make you laugh. At school the other day she almost made me cry I was laughing so hard. I am not kidding my eyes watered up.

She is not only funny and weird, but she is also loving, caring, and helpful. If I fall down or something is wrong she can always find a way to boost me up.

She is my best friend, I love her and I hope she never leaves my side.

Dark eyes reflect the colorful leaves strewn about the yard. Her voice is authoritative, her mouth turned up in a smile. She instructs me to pick up the driest leaves, and leave the wet ones where they are. We run around, the crisp air turning our cheeks rosy but keeping our hearts warm. Tiny hands bring armfuls of leaves to the ground in front of the swing set until the pile is soft and spongy.

She wants to go first, but offers me the first jump, and helps push me in the swing until I am soaring, almost touching the leaves that remain on the tree above us. My nose is running but I don’t even notice. My fearless heart allows my hands to unclench from the rough, fraying string that holds the swing. I swing backwards for the last time, and as I rise above the sea of orange and red below me, I use my momentum to push off of from the swing, falling for a moment before crashing down among the leaves.

The ground is harder than I expect, and when I land, leaves flying up around my face, the breath is briefly knocked out of my lungs.

I regain it though, when I see her running towards me, her eyes bright and her arms open wide. Without warning, she jumps and I barely move my arm in time for her fall down beside me among the damp leaves.

We are both giggling, and she lies back into the soft pile, pulling my hand so that I lie with her. I feel so content then, and inside my chest, my heart swells with love for this brave girl who has told me that we are best friends.

She blows a leaf off her face and moves her arms and legs back and forth, a leaf angel forming underneath her small body. I imitate her, and look up to the bright blue sky above us, our combined joy radiating up to the highest leaf on the tree.