red chucks.

I met her when I was just 13 years old, and we hit it off immediately, we were best friends from the moment we shared a seat in the seventh grade drama class. We'll call her R, for short.

R spent summers in California and weekends in Park City. R had a small section of hair dedicated to a different color each month. R had a gold sparky backpack, and wore red chucks every day, while I wore purple chucks. I always looked for her shoes, and I always found her.

After three years of learning to survive middle school together, we said goodbye as she moved to Caliafornia to live with her Mom, while her Dad moved to Colorado for work.

R had wrote me a couple of times, and we kept up to date on each other's lives. We started out in the same awkward position in a drama class, wearing the same brand of shoes, eating the same terrible school lunches.

 We took separate roads, and after my junior year of high school, I lost all contact with R. I was busy with schools, basketball, friends, boys etc. and I assumed R was just as busy. After all, friends come and go constantly with the seasons of life.

I was reading through my year book, when I remembered her and all the fun we had. I, being a 2014 twenty year old, looked her up on Facebook.

R had passed away, about a year and a half ago, after she had been in a serious car accident. Something so simple as taking a drive with her friends, turned into the last night of her life. 

We were the same person, for three entire years. and then so much had happened. 

This one is for you R. I hope you are as happy and wild and free as the day we met, wearing red chucks and laughing as we complained about the classes we attend.