Angela and I became best friends in 3rd grade when she glared at me every day from across the classroom. I could have sworn that she hated me! Later I found out, she in fact, wasn't too fond of me... that is until we started talking. In the blink of an eye I went from being scared of the girl who didn't like me, to loving her so dearly. She became a part of my family. We walked to school every morning together, went to each other's houses almost every afternoon, and when we got older and could drive, we picked each other up all of the time to go to Dutch Brothers and drive around aimlessly while we laughed as hard as we could. We both also loved to write and we would always write novels and poems and would give each other pointers and advice, which helped motivate us to continue to write what we were passionate about. We used to be inseparable. The memories we have are way, way too much to share on a single posting, but they are beautiful and will stay in my heart forever. She cared for me and protected me like an older sister would. We remained best friends until her last day. We had our ups and downs in our friendship, had silly fights, etc. but we loved each other so much that no fight ever broke that. This loss has taken an extreme toll on me. I can't believe I won't have the chance to laugh with her again. She was the most eccentric and outgoing person I had ever known and I supported her fun and silly behaviors every step of the way, no matter who judged us. I love you, Angela. Rest in peace.
