Best Friend Kristina

I was sitting in my seventh grade class when my teacher got a phone call. She answered the phone, said, "yes she is, thank you" and hung up. She looked at me and told me I was to report to the principal's office right away. I stood up stiffly and shot out of the class to escape the dissaproving "ooooo" 's from my classmates. As I shuffled down the hallway my mind was racing trying to figure out what I had done in the past few days to be sent to Mr. Jackson's office. It could have been a number of things. Mr. Jackson's office had become a second home to me in the seventh grade. I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the front office and shot an innocent smile to Mrs. Wells the secretary as she reciprocated a look that said "what did you do now?" As i made my way down the narrow hall to Mr. Jackson's office, I couldnt help but think of the book we had just read in history class, The Green Mile. My solomn walk was much like the one the men in the book took as they dragged their feet along that green carpet to their death in the electric chair. I knocked quietly on Mr. Jackson's door, and heard the hefty man reply, "come in". As I opened his door I was suprised to not only find Mr. Jackson, but also my own mother sitting in the overstuffed chair that I was all too familiar with, sitting across from his desk. I quickly searched her face for anger, or dissapointment, but all I found in her slinder tan face was sadness. When I saw tears rolling down her face, I quickly asked what was wrong. The answer I got from my mom changed my life forever. "Kristina has been in an accident, and the doctor's don't know if she'll make it."

Kristina Jean Kilgore has been my bestfriend for as long as I can remember. We grew up together as neighbors and bestfriends. I moved to Jacksonville, Florida when I was in kindergarden to the house my parents had always dreamed of living in. The first day we got there, I was testing out my bike on our new street, and a little blond girl ran up to me. She said, "hi, my name's Kristina. My mom told me I had to come and say hi to you because you're new to our street even though I really didn't want to." I knew right then that we would be friends.

As we grew up together I learned more and more about her. She was the total opposite of me. I had short brown hair, she had long blond hair. She was outspoken and crazy, I was laidback and quiet. She was everything I wanted to be. She was the most confident and outspoken girl I had ever met. She knew how to get what she wanted from adults without even asking them. She had this way about her that everyone looked up to, even if they were older than her. Growing up, we did absolutely everything together. We joined girl scouts, played t-ball, cheered for the flag football team in our town, and later on found that we worked great as soccer teammates. She was like my sister.

One of the earliest memories I have with Kristina is when we were in the second grade, and we decided to run away. I was sitting in my house when Kristina came barging in crying hysterically. She was rambling on and on about how her mom hated her and she never wanted to see her family again because she had been in an argument with her mom about not being able to wear make-up. I agreed that that was the worst thing I had ever heard so she sat me down and told me she had a plan. She told me to hurry up and pack a bag with clothes, a flash light, a notebook, and some food and to meet her outside when I was done. So I grabbed my bookbag, poured out my school books, and packed my bag as I was told. When I got ouside, Kristina was sitting on her bike with her bag on her back, and told me to follow her on my bike. We rode a little ways down the street to Ted's Shed's where she rode arround to the back to the biggest shed she could find, and told me this was our house from now on. I frowned as I began to think about how bad of an idea this was, but I could'nt tell Kristina this.