Once upon a time two girls were best friends. They lived not too far from each other. They would meet each other outside and go play in the woods. They would go on adventures, pretending they were witches, fairies, or that they were to rescue a prince from a castle (because it's no fun to be the one trapped in a castle.). They preferred games of fairytale than games of house, and they would play them for hours. Even if they were to fight it would be over in a day at most, although usually it only took an hour. The two were inseparable. Then one day one of them realized how childish these games were. She was a big kid in 6th grade, and she felt she had to grow up. She told her friend this and hoped her friend would agree and they would still be friends, only doing things that were more for big kids. But her friend loved those games, and wanted to hang on to them. So the grown-up girl abandoned her friend. The end.
I was that girl who thought she was so "grown-up", and made such a stupid mistake. Of course, I had my friends and father pressuring me start being more mature too. I was in middle school, and being weak and childish, I truly believed that I was acting strong and mature by actively choosing to stop my silly children's games. I threw away my fairytales and fantasy novels to make room for fashion magazines and chick flicks, and replaced my stuffed animals and dress-up clothes with "boyfriends" and skinny jeans. I left behind my best friend, Alice, for a clique that I never enjoyed being in. Alice was the hardest to get rid of.
I didn't want to leave her behind, but Alice simply refused to join the mature way. Instead, she chose to hang on to the magic land that we created. Her other friends also left to join cliques, and live the way girls their age were supposed to. Alice was left behind, alone. Sometimes I would look outside my window and I would see her walking into the forest. I don't think she knew I could see her there. I wonder what she was doing all that time, alone. I missed her, but I would never say so, because she was not supposed to be part of my life anymore.
Sometimes I wish that I could go back and be there with her, so she wouldn't have to face the mean girls I considered to be my friends alone. I wish I could tell her I'm sorry for things I said, and I want to go back to our happy days of playing in the forest. I want to tell her that I did everything wrong. However, I don't think she'd ever be able to forgive me, and it serves me right, I suppose, after all I've done to her. All I can do now is acknowledge that she knew better than me,and hope she lives a happy life.