Her hair was very long and blonde, and when the sun hit the top of her head, she looked like a sunflower. For ballet, she would wrap it into a bun and at school, a lot of the time she wore it up. Juliet played piano, and not long after we met, I started to take lessons with her. Juliet would read Harry Potter, so when I went home I would curl up in my bed and try to read it too. I ended up not being able to get through it – Voldemort gave me nightmares. Juliet loved to draw, so, many afternoons we would sit at the table together and sketch mermaids, fairies, and self-portraits of each other. I cherish the moments we spent together curled up on the couch watching the anime Avatar, and later on Doctor Who. We spent so many moments laughing till our bellies hurt, and obsessing over our favorite TV characters. I cherish every moment we played in her yard, barefoot and carefree. All the winters we went sledding by Spy Pond or the nights we spent with her aunt and uncle eating Trader Joe’s artichoke dip. Our friendship was one that could not be broken, that is until I moved away. Juliet was the hardest thing I had to leave behind. I cried and cried to my mom, begging her to please let us stay. I wanted to continue school with Juliet, my one friend who understood me. I remember in the spring of fifth grade, Juliet and I were walking to school on the bike path above our streets. In a few months I would be moving, but we hadn’t discussed the subject yet. I turned to her and asked, “Have you heard? About me moving?” Juliet nodded her head solemnly.
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