My best friend. The one I thought would always have my back, not always stabbing me in the back. She was everything I had ever wanted in a best friend, at first. Before the older, cooler kids kidnapped and stole my best friend. Soon I wasn’t enough for her. It was very difficult. My family always asked "Where is your sidekick? Why isn 't she ever around anymore?" Even though we weren 't best friends anymore, I still lied and covered her. I told anyone who asked "She is just busy tonight. I 'm sure you will see her soon." I wanted it to be true, I really missed my best friend. Best friends are meant to bring out the best in you. I met my best friend in 5th grade. I had Mr. Messner in the afternoon and my twin sister had him in the morning. My sister and I were always separated in class because they wanted us to branch out and make new friends. I gratefully accepted that challenge. Ever since I was little, I was always a social butterfly. I was friends with everyone in the classroom, but she was different. As soon as I met her, I knew we were going to be lifelong best friends. I felt extremely excited that I finally met someone who understood me perfectly. Her life was perfect. She lived in a beautiful house with her mom, dad, and older brother. She got everything she had ever wished for. Her parents had issues, but they hid them from their children to protect them. My parents were divorced before I was one. I only saw my father on special occasions, but I had an amazing