L*Y*L*A*S part 1: The Beginning

Once upon a time, a very long time ago indeed, a young girl with golden hair moved away from her family's hometown. Embarking on a new life with her parents and sisters, the young girl had no friends other than her siblings. On the day she had to start school, she fret about finding new friends. All the students were silent as stone as they stood in identical lines, wearing identical plaid uniforms. Her teacher for 3rd grade was a nun, a nun with a mean reputation and a paralyzed middle finger allegedly used to poke children in the forehead. She stood in that line, more self conscious than she ever thought possible. Green socks pulled up to her knees, book bag clenched tightly in her hand. No one looked her way.

They traveled in 2 (silent) lines into the lower hall wing of the school. Once in the classroom, the sinister nun of a teacher put the class in alphabetical order. 

Behind her sat an angel of a girl. Huge brown eyes framed with long black eyelashes. Pigtails curled into perfect ringlets. Her nails were long- unheard of for a 9 year old. Her skin was smooth like porcelain, and she had red, red lips. All the golden hair girl wanted was to befriend the angel who sat behind her. "I love your hair!" she bust out. The dark haired girl rolled her eyes and said "My mother does it every night. It hurts to sleep on rollers. I hate it."

The girls were not friends that year. As a matter of fact, little remains in the girl's memory other than having the nun throw an eraser at her head for passing notes. It was a terrifying year.

As a matter of fact, it wasn't until a Brownie party in 4th grade, in the spring, that the girls finally clicked. It went along the lines of "Who's your best friend?" with a giggling response of "You are!" despite the two not really having been close before. 

Once fifth grade began, the girls were inseparable.  They wrote note after note to each other. They talked on the phone each night. They would constantly ask each other "Are you mad at me?" They would fight like maniacs. One day, the golden haired girl's mother got so fed up with their fighting that she (quite literally) drove up the driveway of the girl's most adored crush at the time, and said, "If you don't cut this crap out, I'm beeping!" They made up.

The rest of the years at the tiny catholic school where the girls went were more of the same. A lot of jealousy. A lot of pettiness. A lot of sleepovers. A lot of "stories." At one point over the summer, the girls spent every single day together at the beach, followed by sleepovers where sleep did not occur. 

The girls had a friend. She had a birthday party. At this birthday party, the dark haired girl and the golden haired girl met boys, and just like that, they each had their own boyfriend. Funny how that worked out, isn't it?

The girls told each other everything. They gave each other strength, confidence, happiness. Through the silly bad times, and the profound good times, they were the best of friends. 

Stay tuned for part 2 of L*Y*L*A*S: High School