My brother Tim tried to make it weird to my parents that my best friend is a boy, but it's not. Jamie has been my best friend since sixth grade when we were both lost on our first day in Middle School. I walked into the unlit room 103 to find a boy sitting in the dim. I slipped into the back row, too, and we waited, silently. The seconds ticked by without any other students coming in. No teacher. Finally, we both pulled out our schedules at the same time. "Lunch!" he said, slapping his forehead, just as I said it, too. Without the slap. We laughed, which I'm glad because I was so scared to be a dork. Luckily, we were able to be dorks together. Jamie wasn't afraid of being dorky, which made me feel okay, too.
We're starting high school after this summer, and it hasn't gotten weird in the way Tim thinks it will, even though, you know, hormones and everything. That's not to say it's not weird. It is totally weird.
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