Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Best Day Ever

It was last year May 6, 2008 to be exact, seventh grade in Mrs. Oubre's class. She was absent that day and I was only in honors for about 2 weeks. When I went into honors I only had 2 friends, Julissa and Jessica. We were always together, and since Mrs. Oubre was absent that day we all sat together in the back row. We had so much homework from the night before due, since we didn't do it but we finished it early. The sub let us do what ever we wanted, as long as our work was handed in. Me and Jessica were pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend, she was the "boy" and i was the girl. Stephanie suggested that we get "married" since we were always together. We were bored out of our mines so we decided to go along with it. Stephanie was our "lawyer" and she made all the papers. All me and Jessica had to do was sign them. We had ring pops posted on our ring fingers and of course they were our wedding rings.

Jessica and I had a copy of our marriage certificates hanging in our lockers, to prove that we were stuck with each other for life. Although this wasn't real it was the fact that she was my best friend and was willing to stick by me no matter what. We walked around the whole day with our ring pops, everybody was asking us whats with them and we just explained what we did. Jessica was the "husband" and I was the wife, everybody said we made a fine fake married couple. When we had our lockers open one of the 7th grade sub teachers read our certificates, since our lockers were right next to each other he figured it out and he told us that it was good practice for when we really get married.

Although we never took the marriage seriously, I mean we're only 14 and that's a little to young to be married. The whole purpose of "getting married" was because we wanted eachother to know that we would always be there for eachother. We were best friends for life, and we couldn't be happier. This was one of the best days of my life, and will always be no matter what happens.

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