"You don't understand. You never will, so stop pretending like you do" I scream at my best friend. It was so frustrating. She always tried to read me, and majority of the time she was right, but this time she was off. "Stop yelling at me, it's not going to make anything better" she yelled back. We were inside her room. I was pacing back and forth and she was sitting on her bed. I couldn't even look at her. "Look, I'm sorry I screamed. I'm just frustrated." I say softly, my back still turned. I could tell she was waiting for me to turn around and face her, but I refused. Sometimes I just needed a break even if she was my best friend. The silence between us stretched, longer than either of us intended. We were arguing over college. She wanted to go Jillard, but I wanted to go UCLA. We promised each other back in 8th grade that we would go to same college, but things change. I wanted her to go Jillard; I wanted her to become a famous dancer. I wanted her to travel around the world with different artist. I just wanted my best friend to chase her dreams and be happy, even if that meant we had to separate. I turn around, and walk towards her. Bending down, I place my hands on her knees. "Britt, I love you and I will always love you. I don't care if you move to Antarctica; you will always have a special place in my heart. I want you to be happy and dance makes you happy. Your face lights up when you glide across the room. You deserve to go to Jillard. So I want you to go. I will always be here for you, but chase your dreams." I finish. Tears began to leak from her eyes and I reached up to wipe them. "I'm just going to miss you, more than anything." She replies softly. "I'm going to miss you too. We can talk every day. Even though I'm going to be on the other side of the country, I will never forget about you" I finish sitting beside her. She turns to face me, but before she can say anything I grab her close and hold her. She buries her face into my neck, as my hair catches her tears. She cried for what seemed like eternity. I continued to hold her, till she fell asleep. Kissing her forehead, I lay her down in her bed. "Sleep tight Britt, everything will be okay. I promise." I whisper into her ear, as I left the room.
By the time I got outside. I was physically exhausted. My head was pounding and tear were beginning to fill my eyes. Thank God I live 5 minutes away, because as soon as I entered my house the tears began to stream face. Kicking off my shoes, I crawl up the stairs and into my bedroom. I didn't even reach my bed; I was just too tired. I continued to cry, taking in long gasps of breaths as the tears fell. It hurt. I had to let my best friend go. We had been together for our whole lives. Sleepover every weekend, started elementary, middle, and high school together; our bond was strong. I didn't know what I was going to do without her, but I knew we had to go our separate ways. California had been calling me since I visited there 7 years ago. There was something about that Cali air that kept me coming back. I was going there in a cheerleading scholarship, and I was majoring in Marketing, maybe a minor in music. The tears eventually stopped, as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.