Best Friend.

She gave no thought, she left her house to go with her friend, she knew the house wasn't the best. Her decison was wrong. Our parents smoked around us all the time, it wasn't a big deal, a joint in front of us, we never joined in we never cared.

We always talked about how we hated when the smoked and we would never do it. Not ciggerettes, not weed. Not anything. We would drive around and sing and talk and eaves drop. She went to Logan's and joined in on one joint. All it took was two words, "want in?" and that was enough for her, everything she talked about everything she swore upon was wrong and changed. She smoked weed once and she changed her whole personality.

Her mom disagreed for a while, then after a week or so of her daughter not caring and running out of the house without asking she gave up, she gave in, she let her become the things we hated. The things we were never going to be.

They moved to Quesenel, her mom changed SHE changed. They weren't coming back, I didn't get to see her before she left, I didn't know her cell phone number or her mom's. We used to be best friends, knwoing everything about eachother. I knew nothing about this stranger that moved away, that had been in my lifee for almost ten years, it was as if we'd known eahcother for a day and she wouldn't give a second thought to move halfway around the world without saying good bye. I was there the day she went there, with my other best friend, who hated her with a passion, she wouldn't want to stop by and say hi with me. She would want to kill herself more then see her. So we left without looking back, we kept going back to PG, her home, my home.


Three and a half weeks after she moved someone gave me her number.
Hey, this is Zoey whaatssupp??
Hey, nothing much. And Zoey????
Friesen, known you since I was 6??
Oh! Hey, whaatssupp? you should come chill for the weekend!

I was getting the communication that I wanted and I was keeping in touch with her. My mom dropped me off in Hixon and her mom met us there, she drove me to Quesenel, and I found out how much she had changed. Her room was clean, she was cleaning and she had a bong in her closet. Hidden from her little brother.

Where did you get that?
My dad, it's the first thing he ever gave me.

She smiled and turned her music on, I couldn't help but despise her dad from that point on, he helped the process of changing her, making her someone she wasn't supposed to be. I left her new home four days later, I had succesfully smoked weed all weekend, my mother didn't need to find out what had happened, sure I'd feel guilty but I would never do it again. She was smoking on the car ride back from Quesenel, I wanted it be like it was before, singing random Avril Lavigne songs in the back of my mom's car driving down 20th Ave throwing all the black jelly beans at the hookers on the side of the rode. Mooning people out the car window on the way back from concerts. It wouldn't be like that again though, she had changed, I had no interest in being her best friend still, even being her friend. Of course I would, I would always be her friend, it just wouldn't be the same, I had lost my sister, my best friend.