I first met my best friend Sarah a couple of years ago. It was at my other friend, Melita's, birthday party. We all went out to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and then go for a McDonalds. I wasn't aware that anyone else would be there, but we pulled over next to this freaki
ng huge house and out skipped Sarah. I remember thinking: Oh god. Oh god. Oh God. . . I've always hated meeting new people and I had no idea how to act around Sarah. So off we set. I sat through Sarah and Melita guessing what facial expression different cars have. . . 
. After the half-hour or so journey to the nearest cinema we all got out of the car and had a stretch. We queued in the line for absolutely ages, just for popcorn and food and stuff and then there was another huge line into the cinema.
When we finally got in we found a seat and settled back. I had braced myself beforehand and I was forewarned about the possible crapness of the film. Harry Potter didn't hold the imaginary best films ever award. Me and melita amused ourselves by doing crappy impressions of the dementors, waving our hands about and going "Oooooh!" I don't think Sarah appreciated it much.
When the film had finished we went over the road to McDonalds. Me and Melita, being vegetarians, ordered the Quorn Burger (for me) and some milk and fries (for melita). Sarah ordered a chicken burger. In the end we got bored of the meals and concocted a special brew of milk, cola, tea leaves, Quorn, lettuce, chicken, and bread.
It was on the way 
home that I discovered Sarah would be joining mine and Melita's tutor-group and I was fine with that. I had no idea what that would mean, so I was fine with it. But a few days of her being there i realised that I wasn't so fine about it. She and Melita became as thick as jellied brains and I had lost one of my only friends to Sarah. I was gutted. It got so bad that I began sitting on my own all the time and ignoring everyone. I had a 'Mood journal' my mum gave me to write my feelings in and so I used it as the brute of my anger. I began damning everyone to hell and writing bitchy things in it 
. It's now safely in the bin.
I first became friends with Sarah when Melita was off. I had no-one to sit next to and the only seat free was next to Sarah. My sworn enemy. So I totter over and ask (dumping my bag down) "Can I sit here?" She looked at me as though I was mad, but nodded anyway. So I plonked myself down and turned away. Then, during PSHE we started talking. I think we were discussing pages 182 and 183 of the Ersatz Elevator (one of the Series of Unfortunate Events books by Lemony Snicket) and then we started saying how Mr Parkinson (Our ginger, irish deputy head-of-year) was secretly and Alien. I hummed the Close Encoun
ters thingie and who happens to open the door? Mr Parkinson! So that was our first joke together. We're now best friends.
You can all learn from my story; Never pass up a chance to get to know your enemies. They might well become your best friend.
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