Analysis of a Friendship

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Analysis of a Relationship
Friendships come and go but finding a best friend doesn’t always come so easily. It was in the middle of my second grade school year when I learned I would be transferring to a new school. Losing all of my friends, encountering new people in a different environment and having that nervous feeling in my stomach because I was starting all over didn’t seem to inviting. I found myself alone knowing not a soul. Shy and quiet would best describe me as a second grader. Of course as the days passed at my new school I met several people and held hopes of making new friends. My twin sister never seemed to have a problem making friends which usually benefited me in the friend department. As it turns out, my sister’s friend Lisa already had a connection to our family due to our fathers being good friends throughout high school. Lisa came over to our house frequently and although our fathers knowing each other seemed to help, we had a connection. It didn’t take long before Lisa and I became great friends.

Lisa initially was my sisters’ friend although we shared small talk when she came over to our house. Over time, we realized that we shared many similarities which drew our acquaintance toward friendship. Lisa and I both enjoyed eating pizza with orange soda; we shared many of the same opinions about teachers and students at our school which always seemed to lead us toward a moment of laughter. My sister, Lisa and I hung out as a trio quite often. We did homework together, had sleep overs and did girl stuff. When Lisa and I were not together, I would find myself bored not knowing what to do. We would call each other to talk about simple things like what we were going to wear to school the following day, or what our plans were for the upcoming weekend. Once the weekend rolled around, we were watching movies together or walking around our neighborhood chatting about our lives. At one point I remember our parents telling us we spent too much time...
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