Have you ever wanted
a best friend, someone who will do anything for you?
Well, Amy O is that girl. Amy O is smart, sassy, strange,
quirky, and loveable. She is difficult but nice, and my
best friend ever.
I remember exactly
how we met… Public School Central Florida # 6 had just
let out for the day. I was a new 7th grader at the middle
school located about a mile from my house, a three bedroom
ranch block/stucco home in a development in Central Florida
where each house looked the same except for the occasional
orange house whose owners must have been color blind. And
I might add, each day also looked the same, sunny or partly
sunny. Don't get me wrong, I like sunshine, but it does
get boring.
I was scurrying out
the door of good old CF #6 when I accidentally bumped into
some tall, big kid wearing a blue and orange basketball
jersey, (a Gators' wannabe).
"Hey you, Baby
Hippo, watch who you're bumping into!" He pushed me
aside and my backpack shifted from the 20 pound weight of
my new textbooks causing me to lurch and fall to the ground.
He laughed with his buddies while I stared and imprinted
his zitty freckled face with his big front teeth to my brain
so as never to be in his path again.
I remembered hearing,
"Hey, you, are you okay?" I felt a hand tug at
my sleeve as I tried to get up without success. I lay there
feeling helpless, flailing my arms and legs like a big overturned
turtle. "Here," she said, in a comforting voice.
"Let's get you out of your backpack first." Slipping
out of the straps, I scrambled to my feet. In front of me
stood a tall, thin, girl with long dark curly, ginormous
hair and olive skin.
She began to brush
the sand off my backpack while telling me not to pay any
attention to the sports jock who now had disappeared around
the corner of the building. No need-I had already forgotten
him-not. She stuck out her hand to me and said, "Hi,
I'm Amy O, and that's with one 'O', ha, ha."
