Hunter Green

I know. I know. None of you want to hear about my high school drama which is why im including junior high too.

This really isn’t a story about drama though. This is our story. The story of me and my best friend.

It all started in the seventh grade. We had three classes together, math, choir, and athletics. We didnt have that instant connection like a lot of best friend duos do. In fact, we hated each other at first. Both of us had attitude problems, and so we instantly hated each othr.

In athletics, i did not like to run, and ofcourse she was great at it. She would randomly start yelling at me and rolling her eyes. She didnt even know me, yet she hated me.

It wasn’t until about have way through the year before we stated to get along. Our choir teaher was a twirling sponsor, and she had been teaching kaein for about amonth when i decided to take up the hobby. For those of you who don’t know, twirling is a non physical sport where you have batons and twirl and toss them in a musical rythem. It sounds really easy, but in all truthfullness, it is probably one of the hardest things ive ever learned in my life. It takes a lot of elegance and persission. I wanted to succeed, so i asked her for help.

She tauhgt me almost everything that I know about twirling, and while doing so we became best friends. We made our routines together, and even skipped classes to twirl together.

When eighth grade year began. We had both made it on the twirling line together. We were unseperable, and nothing was able to come between us.

It stayed that way until our freshman year. We had hoped to be in some of the same classes or maybe at least have study hall together, but no. We didnt have a single class together or lunch, or study hall. It sucked, and i suddenly seemed like we were seperable after all. We would spend as much time as we could in the morning before school and after, but it wasnt enough. I eventually even changed my schedule to match hers for a few of our classes. Luckily we got choir together. I thought it would be so fun because we were together again in a class we both love.

However, it wasnt as i planned. My cousin happened to be in our class also. He was a junior, and to her, he was the cutest guy ever. The two of them had history, so it really sucked because i was always being pushed aside. I thought i would get better, but it didnt.

I decided i was done trying. I know i shouldnt have given up, but i was tired of putting in effort and not getting any back.

Maybe it was for the best though because if i hadnt quit choir i never would have meet Houston. He was the drum major in the marching band. I had seen him before, but we never really talked. When i joined the band i stayed after school all the time, and just my luck, he did too. I was having a little trouble learning my notes, so he offered to stay with me and help.

We had planned out an entire schedule, but we didnt get that far into it. We mainly just talked the entire time. He was so nice, and when he asked for my number, my heart almost melted. We became very close after that night. He walked me to all of my classes and carried my books for me. I couldn't help but smile everytime i saw him.

Sometimes, i would even catch him starring at me during band practice. He was such a distraction but i didnt care becasue i was falling in love.

I even introduced him to my parentswhich is something i thouhgt i would never do. Houston and my dad got along extremely well. It honestly kindof annoying. Houston was the perfect guy for me. He was cute, sweet, and really funny, but most of all what i loved about him, was that he loved me for who i am.

I didnt feel like i needed my best friend anymore because now i had him, and he was my best friend.

Ive been speaking in past tense becasue now im twenty-two years old, and im happily married to the love of my life. Hunter Green. My life with him has been absoltuely wonderful, and i couldn't have asked for such a wonderful best friend.