To Kyla.

         I hope to God you never read this.

       Today is your 16th Birthday! So I thought I'd make a blog about you, even know you'll never read it and if you do...I give you permission to slam my head into a Table...I guess. So lets go to the beginning shall we? You've been coming to my school since 5th, I kind of remember you in Math class when I had the great idea to write my name as many times as I can and you and some one else joined in....can't remember the other person, but I'll have you know I wrote it 5 times per line, at least 1,000 times, I can't remember the exact number, I also lost the papers some where at my Dads... and after that, I don't remember you very well, I was so stuck up Emily's ass that, well that was all I knew, heck I wrote in my school book that I wanted to be like her. Which I know you've saw. It wasn't tell, maybe 8th grade that you came back, 7th is when Blake came to our school, and I was good friends with him, and in 8th is when my whole group of friends became friends with him, which involves you. From 8th to 9th anytime the group would hang out and we would be left together for some reason, it would be one of those awkward conversations, we didn't know what to say to each other, it wasn't like we hated each other it was, we didn't know how to talk to each other, we didn't realize how much we had in common. And it wasn't until the beginning of this year (after my mom kept going "Invite Kyla over I like her, you guys would be great friends, etc..) that I had told you when ever you want, you can come over. It didn't take a while to realize after our friends not being there that we were alike, and different. My parents a split up, I'm stuck with an amazing Mother and the best Step-Dad ever, and a Dad that I don't know, we talk but he doesn't know me and I don't know him I'm supposed to go over every weekend, but I don't see the point not to mention a bitch for a step-mom, and her parents are together they've split a before, but for the sake of their kids (I guess) their back together, but she doesn't really get her dad either, they clash or they get into verbal arguments. So we both have some what daddy issues. Over this year, you've become my Best friend, and I know you'll have my back, and I've got yours.  So Happy Birthday Best Friend.
                                                        -The Bad Version.(Inside Joke..)