After I realized that I liked her, I stopped bullying her and even did my best to apologize. She made it very hard though. At first she wouldn’t accept my apology, stating that she hated me and that I was the meanest person in the world. I was mad that she was being so stuck up about the whole situation, but considering how I had teased her about everything, it didn’t take me long to understand that I had to have patience. So I kept apologizing and bothering her to be friends with me.

I guess she couldn’t stay away from my charms because she eventually gave in to being my friend. We didn’t start of as distant friends. We had already known each other for the longest time, and it seemed pointless to be distant, so we were close from the get-go. I, being the tomboy at the time, would do my best to get into trouble with her by doing dumb and dangerous stunts. Now, she would say that they were stupid and would argue for hours about how we shouldn’t do it, but in the end she never backed out of one.

Time went on quickly, and we learned more about each other, even going as far as taking on parts of the other’s personality. She had changed, and so had I from when we first met. Yeah, I was still sort of the kid in the long short and backwards cap who you could imagine had a runny nose that I would wipe on the back of my hand, but I did have more manners since I was with her.

And her? Well, I had a huge impact on her it seems. She was no longer the prim and proper little girl in third grade, but instead someone like me but with even better manners and a delicate stature. Instead of wearing frilly dresses, she upgraded to torn jeans. She made a little confession to me one day about how her mom was the one who liked to make her wear the old dresses. To my surprise, she had a lot of strength in her and there were times when we would just battle it out and wrestle, and she won most of those times. It didn’t really do much for my self esteem knowing that I lost to a girl who had worn frilly dresses only years ago.