Finally! Summer, for me that is, has arrived! That’s right! No more work, madness and stress! I have finished school and have now have 6 weeks of sheer freedom to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
I finished school at half twelve today (we had a half day). I have only been on ‘holiday’ for a few hours… and I am feeling a little bored…
My glasses have broken (sorry about that mum) so I can’t read; the TV is being hogged by rowdy, annoying, loud but lovely twelve-year olds A.K.A my brothers friends – who are featured in the photograph above (there were more than just four though… Bite me.). SO I decided to take advantage of them being here and photograph them playing various idiotic games. It was nice having someone other than my brother to photograph, who, by the way, is a little vain when I have my camera in my hand and always has to be in every photograph i take, even if it means his hand or his finger that he snuck into the photograph, somehow…
A good friend, knows all your best stories
A best friend, has lived them with you.
See the difference?
Friends. What would be do without them?
My best friend and I have this secret language of looks. You see, all we have to do is give each other a distinct look and we know exactly what each other means. It’s quite weird really. It’s not like we made it up it on purpose. The looks we give each other became known. (looks are mainly given when certain boys pass by). I love knowing her so well that I can practically guess what she is about to say. Usually I am right.
When it comes to the matter between friends and best friends, you have to refer back to the quote I started on. Then, once judging, you can pick your real friends from the fake. My dearest Mum always said to me, that its better to make friends than enemies. If you actually want that to apply, then sometimes you have to be the ‘bigger person’. Yes, I know it can be hard, but sometimes that’s the step you have to take to make your life all that bit simpler.
Friendship. It can go two ways.
Englands Green and Pleasant Land.