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PrEM.. 

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HUhhhh... REad THis FRen!!

A FRIEND FOR ALL REASON


In kindergarten, my idea of a good friend was the person who let you have her red crayon when all that was left was the ugly one.

In the first year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who went to the canteen with me and held my hand as me walked through the scary halls.

In the second year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who helped me defend up from the class bully.

In the third year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who shared his lunch with me because I did left at home.

In the fourth year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who willing to switch place in the science lab so I wouldn’t have to stuck with Nasty “jack” and Smelly “jenny”.

In the fifth year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who saved a seat at the back of the bus for me.

In the sixth year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who went up to my new crush and asked her to dance with me, so that if she said no I wouldn’t be embarrassed.

In the seventh year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who let me copy of Science homework the night before I had to hand it in.

In the eight year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who helped me pack up my animals and old toys, but didn’t laugh at me when I finished and broke into tears.

In the ninth year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who would accompany you to a party thrown by a senior so I wouldn’t be the only junior there.

In the 10th year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who changed his schedule so I would have someone to sit with in tuition center.

In the 11th year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who gave me rides in his new bike, advised me on my clothing and found a date to the prom.

In the 12th year of school, my idea of a good friend was the person who helped me pick out college, assured that I would get a place there and helped me deal with parents, who were having hard to letting me to go.

At the end of 12th year of school, my idea of good friend was the person who helped me clean up the school hall after party, assured that I could make it trough anything; helped me pack up for back to hometown and silently hugged me as I looked through blurry eyes at the 4 years of memories I was leaving behind; then sent me to bus station knowing I was loved.

Now, my idea of a good friend is still the person who gives me the better of two choices; holds my hand when I’m scared; helps me fight off those who try to take advantage of me; thinks of me at times when I’m not there; reminds me of what I have forgotten; helps me put the past behind me but understand when I need to hold on to it a little longer; stays with me so that I will have confidence; help me clear up your mistakes; smiles for me even when he is sad; helps me become a better person; and most importantly, LOVES ME!


By, PREm… 1/12/2005 @ 10.36pm