My Best Friend

My best friends name is Mariah. She is really pretty; She has brown hair that is almost always curly. She has brown eyes and a wardrobe that will blow your mind. She always has the newest fashion and is not afraid to show it off. She is extremely out going. When we are together nothing can stop us from having a good time. We run around, we jump, we dance, we sing. We totally freak people out. She brings out the real me, how I used to be. We ran away together last year and we have been separated since last October. We can be totally depressed and hating life, but if we get together, within five minutes we are having the time of our lives. No one makes me happier and no one could ever take her place. We have been threw absolutely everything together, boyfriends, girlfriends, stabbings, drugs, alcohol, work. We have had nights when we were at work and we were having absolutely terrible days we would sit down no matter what time of the day if we were clocked in or not and we would just look at each other, sit down and talk, not just talk we would have wild crazy intense conversations, we would laugh we would cry, we would scream, and it wouldn’t be just a little talk we would talk until after close. Sometimes we wouldn’t even go home we would just sit at work and talk well into the night sometime until the sun came up. Mariah is my best friend. I love her

Cara