Claire

I saw myself on the mirror in the month of June.

Noise of cars,different voices and people.

"So nostalgic " I said.

I sighed as I can feel goosebumps.

"How many times did I encountered this?" I asked myself.

I shook my head.

"It will be forever..."

Isn't it tangled to be in my situation?

Changing places every year.

Adjusting to new culture.

Socializing to different people.

I hate it.

But at the same time I'm loving it.

Maybe because I was used to it.

Back to the mirror of June,

back to the noises,voices,people.

In a new school.

For me to enter as a senior student;

For the last year of my high school journey.

"So exciting." I thought.

I don't even know those people walking before, beside nor behind me.

I can feel my blood rush.To think I can make new friends.

I love having bunch of friends.

As I enter the room where I'm going to spend studying for a year.

There are girls talking,

Boys laughing and me.

Sitting at the last row of the back seat of the room.

I smiled at the girl besides me.

She's pretty.

But the perks of being a transferee student.

She rolled her eyes and ignore me.

I smile in amusement.

"I think we will be a good friend " I thought.

She looks like my old friend back to the place where we live last year.

The first day went well.

The awkward introduction hook me up when it was my turn to stand in front of the class.

I felt nervous.

But thinking how proud I am about myself,

melt my nervous away.

Our teacher was surprised.

That I can speak their language fluently.

I can speak, write and read 20 different languages including this new place language.

Maybe it's the advantage in changing places every year.

After weeks passed.

The new school and new classmates are awesome.

They we're all nice actually.

I meet a girl who is 3 years older that me.

She was M.

M was pretty, witty,and smart.

She become my first best friend in this new school.

And as time past by we meet two new friends.

E and Claire.

The two new found friends are cool.

We talk and even exchange messages til' morn.

I discover a lot of things 'bout them.

I never imagined that we have lot of things in common.

From movies,fashion,songs and foods.

From out of nowhere.

A friendship blooms.

Suddenly we four are like sisters.

M was the elder.The adviser.

E is the youngest.The most clever.

I myself the talkative one.

And Claire

She is just like me.She was like my twin flame.She appreciate what I do and love the way I'll be.

But one time for my extreme composure makes our friendship difficult.

The sun was about to set but no trace of her shadow came up.

We was hurt.Awfully.

But God knows how much we tried to keep all the hurting.

The next day,

we saw her chatting with her new found friends along the classroom hallway.

As if nothing happened.

We expect an apology but surprisingly,

We didn't receive any from her.

Days passed,

Still no signs of her around us.We tried to talk to her;

But she refused to talked to us.

We was so terribly sad and guilty.

I never thought things would get worst than I pictured it.

We miss her so much.

We tried every possible means to save our friendship.

We talk and text her many times.

But we didn't received any word.

Then I woke up realizing that she's gone.

And we can never pull her back to us again.

It is not enough to make up for the damages we may caused her.

We have our own share of mistakes,

But I know that in due time.

All wounds will heal and we will be able to forgive each other.

The friendship may not be the same as it was before;

But I know that we still own a tiny place in her heart.

We may lost a sister and a best friend.

But,

We're still thankful because,

We learned from her that the great relationships are not forever

And so we better must enjoy it while it's still here.

We don't hold the control of our story and

We can't do anything about it

but to go with the flow.

All we can do now is move on and hope

That in the next pages and chapters of our lives.

She will come back to make more memories with us.

Because Friendship means understanding,not agreement.

It means forgiveness not forgetting.

It means the memories last,even the contact is lost.