It was the first day of first grade, I had chunky, tanned peanut butter and dark-purple, sweet grape jelly sandwich, with the crust cut-off, and a Mario pez for later, they were all in a Pacman lunch box.
I had entered the lunchroom. All the other boys were loud and rowdy. They all seemed to be friends with each other, while I was all alone. I found an empty seat in the corner and I claimed it for my own.
Suddenly two boys walked up to me. The one on the left was practically a tree and had bleach-blond hair that would've covered his face if it wasn't for the obvious haircut he got yesterday. The boy on the right was about my height, but unlike my skinny self, he was buff, his hair was also red like chili, and so curly, it was almost frilly.
"Hey, nerd, what are you eating?" the boy on the left spat.
"A peanut butter and jelly sandwich," my nieve-self said innocently.
Then, he threw my beautiful sandwich on the floor.
"Not anymore" he laughed.
In retrospect, it wasn't that great of a roast, but it still hurt when they walked away and laughed with their friends.
But, then a boy handed me a bagel; it was amber, cloud-like and doughy. I took it into my cold, hard hands awkwardly. I coyly pull off the pieces of the cool, foam-like bagel as I look into his soft blue eyes. The bagel is slightly buttery and a little sour, but still better than nothing.
I begin to observe the features of this kind stranger. I saw that he had fluffy, chocolate brown hair and ocean-like eyes. He wasn't that tall and he's a little lanky, but still attractive.
"What's your name?" he asked with a smile.
"Michael, what's yours?" I almost muttered.
"Jeremey"
Ever since then, we were best friends. We did everything together. We played video games together, walked to school together, ate lunch together, laughed together, cried together. We were together in times of euphoria and grief.
I can say this with the greatest certainty, he's the best friend I could ever have.