A/N: This story is dedicated to my best friend, Jenna. Jen you never got a reason as to why I left, and I want to say I am sorry for that. I love you. You have been my absolute best friend since kindergarten and I want you to know that you always will be. I dedicated this to you for being so supportive. The real reason I moved was because of my father. You know the story about him. My mother moved my brother and I to Wales and then she re-married so there is no going home now. I hope you understand that and forgive me for never giving you a proper goodbye.
A best friend is for life. Not a day or two, but forever. Forever may seem like a long time, but your best friend makes it worth it. My best friend makes it worth it.
Duncan has been my best friend for as long as I remember. We met in kindergarten. We were he first two kids there. I was playing with the kitchen set in the corner of the class when he walked over. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Do you wanna play with me?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I don't play girly games" He replied.
"It's not a girly game!" I protested, "I'm making deadly cupcakes to poison people I don't like."
"Would you give one to me?"
"No." I gave a simple answer, "I like you."
That memory is my favorite. I can remember everything clearly. I was wearing my new pink dress that I detested so much. I had my long black hr tied up in pigtails. Duncan had short black hair and a sparkle in his teal colored eyes. He was wearing an baggy blue shirt with the word 'Fearless' on it. I remember him telling me it meant he wasn't scared of anything. I believed him. He was the first person I met that liked me for who I was. I wasn't a girly girl like others, I preferred to get down and dirty with the boys. Most people said I was secretly a boy, but over time I learnt to ignore them. I enjoyed hanging with the boys and that's all that mattered.
I went through my school life with Duncan. We always had each others backs. If it was from pulling pranks to helping each other in class t dealing with the other kids who ha problems with the way we were. We always stuck by each other.
In sixth grade a new girl moved to the school, Heather Lakeworth. We instantly didn't click. She started bulling me big time. That was until Duncan stood up for me. He went straight up to Heather and told her how it was.
"What did Gwen ever do to you?" Duncan threw his hands in the air. "Nothing! So leave her alone!" He yelled in her face.
"Or what?" Heather placed her hand on her hips.
"Oh you don't wanna know. My brother's in jail right now, but when he gets out I can get him to come see you." Heather took a big gulp.
"I-I'm not s-scared of you." She was starting to tremble.
"Sure your not." Duncan walked back to me and we did our own little secret hand-shake, that ended with me hugging him. No one else would have done that for me, but Duncan did.
Throughout the rest of our school life Heather didn't bother me. Well not as much anyway. She still called me names and occasionally spread rumors about me, but I learnt to cope with it all. Duncan taught me it doesn't matter what other people think of you, it's what you think of yourself that matters.
Duncan and I remained close, through thick and thin. Through the good and the bad. Throughout the whole of grade school.
When we got into high school things changed between us though. He started doing things, criminal things. We had always pulled ranks together but he took it to the next level. I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. This sent me into depression. I thought I was losing my best friend. I turned to the dark things in life. I started wearing dark colored clothing. I wore black, knee-high boots and black skirts. Dark green-grey tops with army green shirts underneath. I used pale foundation and teal lipstick. I used black eyeliner, loads of eyeliner. When I first went int school with my new look everyone stared at me. I hated people staring, I blocked them all out, just like Duncan had taught me. Duncan started skipping classes, so I hardly saw him. I was all alone in school. Then he just disappeared all together. I didn't even get a goodbye. This sent me into further depression. He was really gone, I was really all alone. I cut my long, black hair to my ears and I added streaks of teal. I was now a full goth. Over time people accepted it and I faded into the background once again. Only this time my best friend wasn't there with me.
I remember the last time I saw Duncan. It was in Freshman year. I was late for school because I had had a dentist appointment that morning. I was running up the steps to the main entrance when I heard voices from round the side of the building. I stopped on the top step and then ran back down them. I walked over to the side of the building and peered round the corner. I saw a bunch of boys smoking. On in particular caught my eye. He had a black mohawk and a nose stud but I still knew his piercing, teal eyes. "Duncan, what are you doing?" I asked, cautiously moving towards him.
"Hey doll face, want one?" Duncan held out a blue packet but I pushed it back to him.
"No thanks Duncan. I don't feel like killing myself today." The boys watching us gave out a group 'ooh', signaling I had offended Duncan.
"Suit yourself." He took a long drag then threw the butt on the floor and stomped it out. I turned my back on him and continued my walk to 3rd period without him.
That day is another memory imprinted on my mind for eternity.
I still remember the old Duncan, the one I wanted to be my best friend. I miss him more than words can describe,I want my best friend back. It is my biggest wish to see Duncan again.
A best friend is for life. Not a day or two, but forever. Forever may seem like a long time, but your best friend makes it worth it. My best friend made it worth it.
No one knows how long forever is, forever may be a week or a month. It may be a year or 10. Forever may be until the day you die. For me forever ended that day.
A/N: Thanks you for reading this chapter. It means a lot to me. I will contine with story when I can. And Jenna this is my goodbye =]