I think I’d better finish this quickly, because Elisabeth has finally turned off that Miley Cyrus song.
My best friend is Clementine Thomson. She doesn’t go to Apple Creek; she lives in Eugene, Oregon, and we used to go to school together. Actually, we grew up together. She’s my cousin. I tried to smuggle her in the moving truck but she declined. She’s seventeen years-old. Her birthday is on
1 24 30 15th of April.
She’s in my old school’s cross-country team, and is very good at long distance running; but she’s horrible at short-distance sprints
hahaha. I think she’s more obsessed with running than I am. She used to wake me up at 6 AM during weekends by throwing one of her running shoes on my window. Now she just e-mails me a lot.
When I
got sick was unwell last year and had to miss an important meet, she cried like a little girl. It was hilarious – until she hit me with her handbag. Man, I hope she doesn’t read this, because she’s going to kill me when I visit them during the summer. She told me once that when she finishes high school, she plans to major in Psychology, but she promised me that she’s not going to turn into my brother and end up having almost no life. I just worry over the fact that she’ll use those thick textbooks as a weapon. Anyway, I guess it’s easy to consider her my best friend because of the familial ties and having known her for a long time.
( Picture ) I think that was definitely informative enough.