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30 Day Writing Challenge – Day 12

My first writing challenge and I’ve ruined it. I’ve been working the early shift at work and by the time I’m finished I’ve just been so tired and so emotionally done that all I’m doing when I get home is sleep. I managed to wash the car yesterday which is something, at least. So now I’m three days behind. I’ll catch up, I promise.

Day 12 – Your Best Friend

I don’t know where I would be without my best friend. She is my rock. Lizzie and I have known each other since we were about 14 (7 years ago? Damn) We met through school, in a weird circumstance. I knew who she was and I wanted to talk to her, be friends with her, and when the situation arose I took it. She was the daughter of my English teacher (who is one of my all-time favourite teachers and people. She makes the top 5) and she had to be one of the most bizarre people I had ever met. With her skater shoes, colourful tights and a general optimism for life we became friends through friends and eventually more. Lizzie was a little bit mental and I was a little bit of a mess and we stuck to each other like nothing else. We have our history together, through high school we were dramatic and over the top and could never quite decide if I was coming or going with her. I was difficult and she always seemed to persevere through all the trials and tribulations with me. I was such a bitch. We had some spectacular arguments.

She hasn’t had an easy time. Between being diagnosed with various things, struggling with friends and college, and her mum getting cancer, it hasn’t all been plain sailing. Between my both of my grans passing away, my explosive relationship with my mum and moving in with my papa when I was 15, it wasn’t plain sailing for me either. But we were there together throughout it all.

When I moved up the Aberdeen, leaving her was one of the harder things to cope with. This time wasn’t a great time for her, she was going through so much and couldn’t seem to hold herself above it all. I wasn’t coping much better myself. But hour-long phone calls and Skype calls got us through it. I remember being so sick one Christmas that she came up to Aberdeen with me and we binge-watched all of the extended Lord of the Rings movies with me because that is the kind of friend she is. Amazing.

Now, as a 21-year-old, whose life is nothing short of a whirlwind of stuff I appreciate her more and more every day. She is always there, a phone call away, and she still puts up with so much of my crap without complaint. I got through some of the hardest times in my life because of her, with our weird ways and week-long sleepovers. I have some of the best memories with her. We seem to have reversed our roles, where I feel like I’m struggling through it and she’s figuring it all out. I’m so proud of her, her ability to keep going despite it all, and her determination to live life how she wants to.

Lizzie, this one is for you. Thank you. I love you.


"We live and breathe words." I'm Louise and this is my place for all things bookish. Here is a place for reviews and recommendations and discussion. Send me any book recommendations for reviews.

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