Emma

I've been best friends with Katie for as long as I can remember. Well, it hasn't been that long, but it feels like it is. Katie and I became friends when I was in 7th grade and she was in 9th. We spent the whole summer together, with our other friend, Miley.

But then, Katie moved away. Her mother had gotten tired of her and sent her to live with her dad. After that, Katie and I grew apart. Of course I thought of her from time to time, but you know what they say; Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.

Even though we were hundreds of miles apart, Katie and I got into the same things around the same time. We both started smoking weed and cigarettes. Katie more so than I, though.

It was almost two years until I saw Katie again. She was so different, but then again, so was I. Neither of us really talked to Miley anymore. We bonded in the only way we knew how; drugs. Practically every day, Katie and I wandered into the woods by my house, into a little clearing we named Narnia, and we smoked.

It was because of those days that we became best friends. We were together all the time. We laughed at the same jokes, finished each other's sentences, and even thinking the same things. We were more alike than I had ever imagined. Katie told me things about herself that I could never imagine. We comforted each other; we were more sisters than best friends.

One unusually warm day in February, Katie and I went about our usual business, this time, with her friend Carla in tow. Usually Carla didn't come with us, but she lived with Katie, so we both thought it would be a good idea to bring her. I didn't like Carla much, but she was Katie's friend, so I allowed it.

We went to our spot in the woods and smoked out of my bowl, which Katie had named Ice Princess. For some reason, we started discussing the end of the world. As the conversation and our high unfolded between us, I suddenly wished Carla wasn't there. Katie acted different when she was around; she was more guarded, she pretended more. I didn't like it. I liked the way Katie was around me; carefree, relaxed. She didn't have to pretend around me.

Katie got this brilliant idea to bury a time capsule in these very woods, depicting ourselves as we are for this moment. We all agreed, though secretly, I managed a plan to get Carla out of our lives. Katie was my best friend after all.