Too Real To Handle

Introductions

Why does life throw things you can't bear in your face? Why does life do anything it does? Questions that so many want so badly to know, and I'm no exception.

May 4th, 2016. I was eighteen. My best friend is turning eighteen on June fifth. We have been best friends since sixth grade. We've been through everything together. First boyfriends, first breakups, first cars, and even illnesses. Her Aunt got cancer in July of 2014. She didn't know how to handle herself, and went into a semi depression. With the help of me and our friends we are able to get her through it together, but it wasn't easy.

After being through all this I was asked to give a speech at her birthday party along with some of her other friends. I started writing it immediately, but I was at a lost for words. What do you say to thank your sister for being who she is? A few little ideas popped into my head.....

Maybe I could start off really serious: "For five long years I have known this wonderful person who might as well be my long lost sister. She's been all I could ever ask for and I don't even know how to thank her."

I could start off with a joke: "This little pain in the butt still hasn't left me alone after five years!"

I could start off with her many nicknames: "Idiot, lovely, sweetheart, caillou, or huckle. Whatever you call her she's mine so back off."

Or I could just forget they ever asked me and go back to drinking starbucks and being a pointless teenager because I can't write and never will be able to!

Ok. That last one wasn't really a idea just me ranting like I usually do. My language teachers have always told me I should look into writing, but I never took it seriously. Sure I have A's and all, but I'm no William Shakespeare that's for dang sure. I'm just a normal brunett. Expect not at all because I have an ombre' so really I'm not a brunette or a blonde. I'm more like a brlonde, but that's beside the point. I'm just trying to say that I've never really had a knack for writing and never really will. The only reason I'm doing this journaling or whatever is because I was told it would help with.... I'm not there yet. I'm getting ahead of myself... Sorry.

Anyways, I finally decided to go with the the nicknames. Not that any of my options were good, but that was the best of the worst. I grabbed my laptop (my older sister's laptop/my laptop...long story) and started typing. "Hi, many of you know me as the idiot, lovely, sweetheart, caillou, or huckle's best friend." I read this sentence one to many times and made myself sick. I deleted it and started it again. "Idiot, lovely, sweetheart, caillou, or huckle. Whatever you call her she's the best friend anyone could ever ask for." The moment I read this I hated it so I hit delete and started again....again. "Idiot, lovely, sweetheart, caillou, or huckle. Whatever you call her I really couldn't care less because I just don't care about stupid speeches or anything like that at all and awedstrgadfveriioo!!!!" By the looks of this you can probably guess I got mad at the fact I couldn't decide what to write. So back at it again after pressing delete again. "My best friend has many nicknames. Some are true, some are funny, and some can't be said around children." At first I thought I should be a bit more formal, but after reading this a couple more times I realized that it wasn't half bad, and it might actually make people laugh! I read it a few more times and thought, What the hey! Why not?!

I looked at the clock and realized my brain had been debating with itself since six and it was now eleven. I have school in the morning. That's just great. My school, Muler High in Memphis, starts at eight. I usually have a lot of work to do in the mornings (and by that I mean let's just say I don't wake up like this) so I get up around six to be ready in time. My older sister used to drive me to school, but since she went to college I drive myself. That isn't such a bad thing, except it is. We would have talks the entire way to school. Serious talks. Sure I can just talk to my best friend about them, but there's something about talking to your family about your problems or concerns that lifts your spirits a tad bit more. Also I don't have to be awake enough to drive when she's driving, so that's a plus.