A Sad Goodbye

            "Quinlyn, I'm moving," Wea said once I answered the phone.

        "Ha Ha, so funny, why'd you call?" I asked in disbelief. Wea can't move; she's just trying to prank me.

        "I'm serious, Quinlyn, I wouldn't lie to you," she stated.

        "Okay, sure," I said sarcastically.

        "Why don't you believe me?!"

        "Because you can't move! You're my best friend."

        "It's not like I want to," she stated.

        "When? When are you leaving?" I asked starting to believe her.

        "Next week, on Friday."

        It was a cloudy Friday afternoon during the summer of 2010. My mom was trying to convince me I'd make new friends, but I didn't want to hear it, so I blocked her out and watched the Alders out the window as we passed by. I was on my way to Wea's family's apartment out the road, to say goodbye. I got out of the car on the left side, because that's where I always sit. Once we pulled into her driveway I walked to her door trying not to cry. I took a deep breath and knocked hard because her door has this sign that says, "Knock hard so we can hear." After a minute or so she opened the door. We just stared at each other. It was a mix of knowing the other to well for words, and not knowing what to say.

        "I don't want yo to move," I said breaking the silence, and she pulled me into a hug.

        "I'll miss you," she said.

        "I'll miss you, too," I said as the tears started falling.

        "It wont be forever, we can visit each other," she said reassuringly.

        "It wont be the same."

        "No, it won't, but you need to suck it up, get it together and be the happy, bubbly Quinlyn everyone knows. You will make new friends. You're the social one," she said in attempt to make me laugh.

        "They won't be as good of friends."

        "Yes they will."

        "Why do you have to go?" I asked changing the subject.

        "I've already told you, my dad needs better medical care, my brother's going to college there, all of my family lives there. I have to go, I don't want to, but I have to."

        "I know you've told me but I just don't want to believe it."

        "You'll have to eventually."

        "I know."    

        My mom honked the car horn signaling to me that I had to hurry up.

        "I have to go. I'll miss you," I said with one last hug.

        "I'll call you when I get there," she said breaking the hug.

        "Goodbye," I said walking back to the car.

        "See you later alligator!" 

        "Don't forget about me!" I yelled back at her as I was about to open the car door.

        Right before I closed the door I heard one more thing, "wouldn't think of it!"

        "Goodbye." I whispered to myself.

        I was wrong, Wea was right. I've made great friends. I'll make more, and I'll lose more. Wea will always be one of my best friends, even after we stop talking. It still makes me sad that she's gone, but I'll get over it. In my mind, friendship, will triumph over everything.