I remember meeting my best friend Josey. I met her in May, at the end of the school year. I remember it so well, because she came to the school so late in the year. She had moved over with her mom after a rough divorce from her dad, and she was really confused and upset.
She had strawberry blonde locks that curled around the side of her 8 year old head, and she always came to school wearing something new and unusual. It was apparent that her mom let her dress herself, as she would proudly tell you so. I miss her now, in my later days, and sometimes I wonder where here life has taken her.