Thursday, May 6

To make a friend

Thanks so much to all of you have voted in my poll to the right. If you haven't yet, please feel free to do so, you can pick multiple answers. From the look of the votes so far, it appears you fancy posts about life. Ok then! I will tell you about how I met my friend, Tracy, when I was 13.

It is 1995 and I am in Standard 5. All of us kids are lined up on the netball court before school starts. I don't have any friends in my class. The few I made the year before are in other classes. Today is different though. There is a new girl in front of me. She has white blonde hair in a pony tail, skinny legs and a satchel that says 'Tracy.'

Reading it aloud, I say, 'Tracy.'

She swings around and shouts, 'What!?'

'Woah, the new girl is crazy,' I think.

'I'm sorry,' she says.

She is nervous and defensive but I understand. I tell her I'm Lauren and that she can hang with me if she wants.

The bell rings and we march off to class. The first lesson is Maths, my worst. The teacher hands us a test and everyone starts to scribble. Tracy sits to the left in front of me. She hauls out a scientific calculator and starts tapping away. 'Those are banned,' I think. Soon the teacher is yelling at her but she doesn't know the rules.

By break we are talking about her old school in Port Elizabeth and by the holidays we are best friends. We spend the summer of '95 playing Mario Brothers, watching taped music videos and writing fan mail to Green Day. We go for long walks in our neighbourhood and try to stay awake all night long. We eat milk tart washed down with Sprite and page through Kerrang magazine.

I pray that we'll be in the same class when we start high school the following month. We're not and I cry every night for the first term. On the weekends we go to the under 16 club and talk to boys. We watch Toy Story three times and tell each other we'll always be friends. All these year later, we still are.

Here we are hanging out with (read:stalking) Shaun Morgan of Seether and below that, is us knackered after a night on the town. I look sweaty and crazy in both of these, haha!

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11 comments:

Being Brazen said...

cool post.

Ps - love your new hair colour

x

Chelsea Nicole. said...

this is such a darling story of friendship!

xxoo

The Pieces said...

awww lovely xo

CCWai said...

Awww.....
Best friends are one of the most valuable things in life.

Lauren said...

They sure are:) I'm glad you liked this little post about Trace. x

pam.hughes2 said...

Beautiful story x

Miss Molly said...

this is the sweetest little post! love reading it!
xoxo

Lauren said...

Thanks Molly and Pam:)

Tracy said...

La, you tell the story so well...we really did become the best of friends and I'm so glad we still are. I loved our Mario Bro's (i.e.van der Merwe and Boetie) sessions, hiding behind the bushes at school guzzling milk tart that was meant to go to the cake sale, all the sleepovers and our obsession with Green Day. Thanks for sharing the story of our friendship...it truly has been (and continues to be)so special.

Gordon said...

LOL! Good photo of Tracy's mouth.
I can't believe you ate milk tarts meant for the cake sale. And cut it with scissors apparently! LOL!

Lauren said...

Haha, we sure did Gordon! *hugs* Trace! x