I watched you walk across the stage, standing tall and looking serious as always. I couldn't help grinning, you know, when you turned and smirked at all of us with both your fists in the air. Of course, I couldn't help crying--just a little, though, I wasn't willing to make a scene--when you walked off that stage, the envelope tucked under your arm. 'This is it,' I realized, 'this is the end.' I wouldn't see you at school anymore, you were heading off for better things while I was stuck here--for two more years. We could still hang out, but it wouldn't be the same; you are a man now...and I'm still just a kid. None of that matters, though, not really. We'd always have that time we spent together and, even if we rarely saw each other, we could always hang out. These years have been incredible, awesome, words can't really describe it, and all I have to say is that I am so glad you finally made it through one of the roughest parts of your life. Love you always, Your little sister
My friends: 1. Trip upstairs 2. Throw Skittles at each other 3. Play hide and seek whenever their in Wall Mart 4. Sleep in the bathroom when their rooming with girls they don't like. 5. Can just look at each other and know that they both had the same perverted thought. 6. Make fun of people when they don't know how to use revolving doors and get stuck. 7. Can tell each other almost everything. 8. Can stay up all night talking about the stupidest things And are perfect just the way they are.