pg 1

Okay, so listen up. I don’t normally write things down, I have a pretty keen memory and I don’t forget much. But this is going to be about something that deserves to be typed out, word for word. This is a novel about the greatest friendship of all time, and how it crashed and burned.

	You heard me right. Greatest friendship of all time. Says who? Me. It all started in theatre. I liked theatre because I could sit on my ass the entire time, doing nothing but talking to my friends. And this is actually a funny story. You see, the whole reason I met, well, let's call her Jo, the whole reason I even talked to Jo was because she was my ex-friend’s best friend.

	Now that might sound a little bit sneaky, creeping in on the best friend of my friend, but you see, we weren’t really friends anymore, and I needed someone new to pour my heart out to. Jo was perfect. Her eyes, this beautiful shade of blue. Her hair, curly and beautiful. Her laugh, honestly there wasn’t one bad thing I could- can say about her. Even to this day, even after our avalanche off of friendship mountain, she is still every bit as perfect as she was the first day I met her. And damn it, I think that is because I fell in love with this girl.

	Now when I say fall in love, please, PLEASE, for the sake of all things good in this world, don’t confuse that with “I wanna bang her all night long”. Because trust me, that is not what I mean. I found the perfect person in the entire world, my soulmate. You see, I have never been very good at having a “best friend”, in fact, I have never had a best friend before, until Jo came along. But she made it so easy. She let me in immediately. And over the months of our friendship, I think I started to take it for granted. I wouldn’t label myself a bad friend, but I guess I wasn’t the best friend, either. You see, I do a lot of stupid things. One being talk about school WAY too much. I make rather good grades, all A’s. Well, Jo didn’t. And I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to always talk about how good my grades were, but I did. I did it alot. I would pull up my grades online and literally shove them in her face. I think I did it because I loved the feeling of it. I loved the feeling of grabbing the reigns of our friendship, and giving them a good hard tug. I loved the feeling of superiority, because I knew I was inferior. I would never, never be good enough for her. She was a goddess, and I was nothing more than an ant.