Pre AP English
8 March 2013
What is a friend? I ask myself that every day. To me, a friend is someone who never let you down, who always there for you matter how bad or good the situation is, who always have your back ,never turn on you, never say or do harsh things to you, a friend is a FRIEND. Where could I find this “friend”? I thought I had one but I guess not. I guess I was too much stuck on my so called friends’ well friend. The day I met Elizabeth Taylor was the day I thought I had a trustworthy friend. I was dumbfounded by her beauty and her smartness. She was so sweet; she had the most beautiful brown, silky hair that smelled like sweet strawberries when the wind blew it. She was riding her cherry red 1950 convertible, listening to James Dean driving down Cherry Blossom Road, when she almost struck me with her car, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” she said with her lavender eyes, lit with adrenalin, “I’m okay” I chuckled, but inside my mind I was screaming “Are you crazy, you almost killed me, of course I’m not okay!”, but knowing me I let my best get to me. “I’m so sorry, can I buy you a soda or something?” she assist, “Sure, I don’t mind” I said. So she help into her, as I sat there, I analyze everything, just in case she tried to kill me or anything; when she open the door to get in the car, it was like an angel was in the car, she was so perfect, she had the perfect everything almost. When she started her car, her car made a weird noise, I thought it was about to break down before we even went anywhere. She had asked me “What type of music do you listen to?” I told her “James Dean!” in my weird exciting voice, “Oh my god, me too, so you wouldn’t mind we listen to him then?” she said “No I wouldn’t” I said, “Great!” she said oh so cheery. While we’re riding I notice the wind was her best friend, it blew her hair so perfectly and magical, while me on the other hand looking like a homeless ragged dog, I thought to myself “I bet you have all the boys?”, not knowing I was speaking out loud, “What??” she said, “Nothing just me thinking out loud “I told her, “Oh okay”. As we pull up to Harry’s Shoot Pop, which was a joint where all the cool kids hang out just to have fun, “Why are we here?” I asked, “To get your soda silly duh, why else would we be here” she chuckled. Before we got out the car, she switch from her high heels to her saddle shoes, she then grabs pink big puffy thing from her backseat, which turn out to be a poodle skirt, that had the cute little poodles on the bottom of them, she then put that on over her fitted skirt she had on, it was like she was transforming herself or something, she then turned and looked at me and said “Are you ready?” with a big grin on her face, I then told her “Yeah I’m ready”. As we were walking to the store, I notice she had this sweet smell that followed her as she walked, she smelled like fluffy cotton candy, as we sat down in the booth, she then called a boy named Johnny over, “Hey Sophie!” he said, “Hey Johnny, do you mind playing my song on the jukebox for me?” she asked, “Sure Sophie, anything for you” he said with a big smile on his face , it was like he was her dog and she was the owner, anything she says he does, it was awkward. “Thanks Johnny!” she said with a grin on her face. “Isn’t he just the sweetest thing ever” she asked, “Yeah, sure he is” I said, like I really didn’t care. “I’m so stupid, I don’t even know your name” she said, “My name is Elizabeth Taylor, but Liz for short is good.” I told her, “Well as you heard my name is Sophie, it’s really Sophie Jean Donaldson but everybody calls me Sophie for short.” She said, “Nice to meet you Sophie” I said with a grin. Then she heard her song, it was the same song she was playing in her car, “You must really love this song” I asked, but she didn’t hear me, she was in her own world. She looked so peaceful at that moment, it was like she was fill with life, well actually she was...