Thread of Thoughts

Today marks eight years since she stopped at my desk and asked, “Is this seat taken?” What began as a simple conversation, ended up being something far greater. We evolved from two students in a new class, to two people who’ve been through everything with each other, quite literally. When I met her, I was a studious goody-two-shoes, who raised her hands to ask for permission to use the washroom, and submitted her completed homework on time, without asking for any extensions. Meanwhile, she was the one who conducted water fights during school hours and forgot to get her drawing notebooks for class: the type I had been warned to stay away from. And there she stood, asking this intimidated girl if she could sit beside her. Truly, this is the story of when the eye of the storm met the calm of the sea. In those early days, I remember trying to stay away from the group of rowdy girls, whose mission in life was probably to disrupt the class in any and all possible ways. She was from the