“It’s a scuber driver!” I exclaimed pointing to the scuba diver in my textbook. We both started laughing, and by we, I mean my friend Catherine and I. We had this inside joke, we would walk each other to our classes. I called her my Uber Driver, but since it was a scuba diver, I thought of Scuber Driver. It’s not really funny, but when you are with someone who can always make everything funny, it is. We met on the first day of sixth grade. We sat next to each other in L.A, math, and science. She went to a different elementary school than me. We started talking, and became friends after that. We talked every day, except the weekends, obviously. We exchanged numbers one day. In social studies we came up with tons of inside jokes. One day