I had a best friend once. In fact, I had more than one. It was middle school, the best three years of my entire school life. Everyday, I was actually excited to go to school, to see my best friend and our posse. Except it wasn’t our posse, it was hers. Okay, I didn’t care so much about that.

Then every afternoon when school was over, we would talk, laugh, and tease all the way back to my home and we would do our homework together even though we were in completely different classes. At the end of 7th grade, our relationship suddenly grew rocky. She drifted away from me when two new girls came to school. One of them was her neighbor. We fought constantly because I questioned our friendship.

“You said Best Friend Forever.” I said but she just flipped her hair and walked away. I got angry and attacked her and this became a fight that only my step-dad was able to stop because we were crawling at each other (literally).

We did make up with each other eventually but we were never as close as we were. I moved on in 8th grade to find a friend who eventually became my second best friend. I didn’t have any problem with my former best friend hanging out with the new girls. It’s their behavior and language that bothered me.

All they talked about was starting a family. They even got most of the Asian people at school roles like my former best friend’s role was the wife and mother while some boy portrayed her husband and then, the rest of the group were either her children or siblings. They would call each other brother, sister, son, or daughter. She even had a role for me, cousin. What the heck is that? I’m not good enough to be sister?

That was really disturbing. I mean, you’re only in 8th grade and already wanted to start a family. It wasn’t my former best friend’s idea either, it was the new girl, Tiffany’s idea and she was a grade behind us.

Another thing I have against the new girls was every single word coming out of their mouths were swear words. Yes, everybody swears sometimes, when they get angry or frustrated but those girls, it’s all the time. If their words got on TV, it would have been a constant beep. Nobody like to be swear at.

Eventually, when I moved to Texas, I drifted apart from my two best friends. We still talk sometimes but not really. So to address the prompt, NO, I don’t believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most.