I don't get my best friend that much. When I first met her, she was all quiet and calm. Now she's still pretty quiet but she's accumulated this sass to her personality.

I still love her, though. As a friend, of course. She still has that little spark to everything she does, she's never afraid to show her emotions.

She always gets mad when I call her Pookie. She always is really happy when she hears music. She gets sad when her family is mentioned.

She's quite the strange one.

But I guess I am, too.

That's what makes us good friends.

That's my logic, anyway.