A Tale of Friendship of Two Artists

In 2004, I was seven years old and it was the year I finally went from kindergarten to school. Luck was not by my side on appearance, because I was probably the most ugliest girl-student in my class. Skin too tanned, my baby teeth weren't in order (and looked disgusting if you were there) and most of all, I was gruesomely the fattest kid in my class. I don't even think that my teachers would consider me chubby.

It should be about a couple of days later that my first art class started. And that was the day I became the best of friends with a girl named Kellie. We were sharing crayons, color pencils and all those while drawing pictures. She looked past my appearance and soon enough, we had a tons of things in common.

For three solid years, we continued to follow our passion of art as much as how we grew on each other. We've even bought a book and transformed it into our little 'homemade' comic book.

And in May 25th 2007, I had the most heart-breaking news from my Mom. We had to move away because of her business. It was probably the most tear-jerking moment of my junior life because this was the first time I had a real friend who'd stick by my side no matter what. And I had to give that up because of business matters.

It was soon that I was in my driver's car, waving goodbye to all my friends that stood by the gate.

In 2008, I started to use the internet because of the new school I went to. Some of the kids there were pretty smart about online socializing networks like Facebook, Twitter and stuff, they were the ones who introduced me to open my first e-mail and Facebook account. (Shush, you. I know I signed up under-aged.) It was a really joyous day because I made it on my birthday. They taught me everything I needed to know and more about those sites.

One day, I was feeling bored and punched in Kellie's first two names. And guess what? She had her own Facebook account too. It was something like having to find a long lost doll under you bed with cobwebs and dust all over it. It was bittersweet - 'cause I was paranoid. I added her and thank the Heavens, she remembers me! How could she forget, right? We talked about all things up-to-date and it was like the usual days when we were in school together.

The first three years, I was her friend, face-to-face. The second three years, I was her friend, in her Friends List. Add it all up, we've been friends for 6 years.

This year, there's even better news. Last week's Sunday, she texted me, asked where I was and what I was doing.
 "Art Classes", I said.
 She got interested, "Where do you take your Art Classes?"

I explained her that I take my Art Classes at *bleeeep* and that the Art Classes are the best through out  the world. She got even more interested and asked me for the address, saying that she might sign up too.

That's when my brain started to twitch. This was an awfully big chance to see my friend after 3 long years apart. I started telling her all those stuff like what time, which day and which lesson I was taking. She asked her Mom and her Mom agreed. Our friendly-chat slightly turned serious.

So, it's been almost a week since we've been planning everything out if we were going to meet on Sunday: Where will I pick her up? Where would she most likely park her car? What to do if either one of us comes earlier than the other and requirement tools for our classes. I burned half of my credit in my phone, texting her all week. I've burned most of my time chatting with her on MSN when I was supposed to try and finish my project that my teacher gave me.

Bottom line: After 3 long years of being apart, the two best artist friends were going to see each other again, TOMORROW.

Boy, am I excited. She's probably reading this, so, this blog's for you, Kellie. Much love.

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