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My One Friend

Quil. He was like my big brother. I love him like one at least. We were best friends and he was always there for me.

Like the time in 7th grade when Henry Naylor dumped me because he said I was ugly. I cried the whole weekend, until Quil finally dragged me to the bathroom mirror and told me to look in it. I didn't at first, but he gently turned my head so I was facing it. I looked at his reflection at first, not my own. He smiled at me. That small smile gave me the courage to look at myself. I looked the same as usual, except I had red, puffy eyes and tangled hair. I looked at Quil again, and he looked kind of amused. I stared at him in anger, mad at him for teasing me about being ugly.

"I hate you Quil!" I screamed. I ran to my room and locked the door, not caring about what he thought. I stayed in there for a minute until I heard muted sobs in the hallway. I peeked out the door in disbelief, and there he was. Quil, sitting Indian-style in the middle of the hall, sobbing. I was in shock. I had never seen him cry, he was unbreakable, he could take anything! Or so I thought. How selfish I had been! I ran to him and jumped onto his lap, by then crying myself. He rocked me back and forth, trying to quiet my sobs, even though his were louder than mine. After a while, we both quieted down.

He got up, dragging me to my feet at the same time. I hugged him tightly, wanting to make him see that I didn't hate him at all. He was my best friend, how could I hate someone so wonderful? He kissed my forehead, loosened my grip, and looked down at me. The pain in his eyes was evident, however much he tried to hide it.

"I'm sorry, Claire, I was going to say that Henry must have been crazy to let you go, because you are the most beautiful little girl in the whole world," he said. I smiled. He always said exactly what he knew would make me feel better.

"I'm sorry I said I hate you, you know I don't. You're my big brother. Almost," I said. He chuckled, then mumbled something incomprehensible.

"I need to leave, you know my number, and your mom's new office's number is on the fridge. Call if you need anything. I can be here in a second," he said, smiling. For some reason he seemed to find that last statement amusing.

"Okay, bye Quilly," I called as he walked off.

"Bye Claire Bear!" he hollered as he walked out the door.

But that was so long ago, almost five years ago. I was twelve then, now I'm sixteen. Quil is still my best friend in the whole world, but then again he is my only friend in the whole world. But I don't mind that much. He makes up for everyone else.

Okay, this is short, I know, but it's sort of just a start off chapter. I know there are grammar mistakes, so please tell me where. Read and review!