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You went to my swimming classes, and then you turned up in my school one day, about to begin in the year over me. You were really COOL and had had loads of friends in town(I imagined), and I was allready considered a weirdo. But I was also just about the only person you knew from before 'round here. So I became your friend, along with the boys in your class. Already then it was clear that you had an amazing leaders instinct- Go Cartoon Network with it, you were Eddy, I was Double-D, and all the boys were Ed. Oh, all the attempts to take over the world!
Speaking of the world, is there anything in it that can kill our friendship? Let's see what we've been through. I was once inches from hitting you in the head so that you'd fall into deep water and hopefully drown. You bossed me around all the frigging time. I constantly forgot you, and you constantly overreacted. You picked up random instults from TV, i.e. 'slut' and threw them at me when I didn't do as told, and for revenge I'd hack your accounts and have half the internet hate you.
And then there's the ever present differences in personality- You're a severely devoted christian, I'm very anti-religion. While you make friends easily and enjoy social situations, I tire of people easily and prefer books. You're allways in love with someone or other- I'm anti-romance, too, and think it's all nonsense. You're fiery and passionate- I'm more apathetic. Oh, yeah, we've crashed some times, haven't we!
But who made me a farm of friendship? Who stuck up for me all those times I was down? Who made sure I was on the good side of everyone important despite all? You're intelligent, you're strong, both emotionally and physically, you have your beliefs and you stick by them, you're creative and outgoing, and encouraging eerybody to smile through whatever's troubling them and keep fighting. You don't tolerate injustice. I will allways consider myself your friend and you will allways be my BEST friend- Even if you're standing with a gun to my head. Ten years plus, and still two sides of the same coin.
I love you!
Marja- Frankie.
Here, ladies and gentlemen, you have a genuine MAIN CHARACTER. You made me believe that the world I allways longed for and didn't understand why eluded me, actually could be mine. You're one of the things I thought could only happen to others. You're unique, you're obvious in your complications, lovable in your hate, strong in all your weaknesses and perfect in your destruction.
You're so fucking mean and so fucking obscene. I didn't recognize you the first time I saw you in the hall, you know that? Like with Piggy, I was a known face at a new school. We used to bother people together, following them around and making disturbing noises. And we took the same drama classes. Apart from that, we didn't have much contact for a long time.
You keep changing yourself and everything around you, while still claiming that everything is the same. And somehow, it allways is. You're everything I hate, and I love you for it. I can never believe a word you say, but I allways pretend to. You're scheeming, a boss and an attention craving brat. You fight for causes that you know are ridiculous, and nobody knows if you're serious. You do things just to provoke. You persist in believing that you're better than absolutely everyone on Earth. You're immensely preoccupied with appearances, and prone to hating people because they're fat, black, ginger or just ugly for whatever reason. You say you hate everyone in this goddam world, and you treat everyone like crap except for a priveliged few. I'm allways afraid of teling you the truth when I want to be alone, because you just might take it personally. With you, there just never is a way of knowing. Yeah, you're intimidating, mean, and not sympathetic at all.
But when some kids tease the mentally retarded girl at the bus, you kick their arse and sit with her on the whole ride, letting her cry on your shoulder. When somebody claims to be better that me, however right they may be, you'll allways diss them. And though I'm a fan of the correct, it's a nice feeling to know I have someone allways on my side in the things that don't matter. I know alot of people who'd be shocked to read this and think I was really mean for saying all this about you- But you allready know it. Not a bad word was spoken about you here, however incomprehensible that may be for others. You understand. Because when it comes to it, we're on the same wavelength.
Whoever said relationships have to be built on trust?
Inge- Penguin
Imagine Hannibal Lector's biggest fan. The girl that got you into the Darren Shan-books. The one that was known to hit people when she didn't get things her way as a child. The girl that can imitate a drowning soul and tell ghost stories so your counciousness drips away making her voice all you hear. The blonde angel from a christian sect wearing a Gorillaz t-shirt. That's Mariell.
Ellie thought I was really weird. I'd like to think the reason we became friends after all is that I'm so darn lovable, but it's probably due to the fact that Elise has one of the biggest hearts ever to pound. She has beautiful, poofy hair that looks like an afro at times, a turtle and a great love for poppy rock. Proof: I Don't Love You is her favorite song. Amazing, enthusiastic wonder of a teenage human, this is.
The first thing I noticed about Sandra was her absurd kindness. Luckily it isn't absurd anymore, because she'd be intolerable. She likes eighties rock, which is awesome. She's completely unique, a mix of alot. And she giggles professionally. Dude.
If you feel you should have been here, you are eighter totally wrong, or it's because I didn't have time to double-check. Drop me a line if this is the case, mkay?
