Introducing: Stormageddon (Le best friend)

'Twas a dark and stormy night. My unknowing, 11-year-old self had no notion whatsoever of the horrors she would encounter for the next three years. She excitedly packed her backpack and set out an outfit. She lost hours of sleep that night wondering about what the next three years would hold for her in the prison that is middle school...
The next day, eleven-year-old Sierra entered her first class, art. The teacher was at the door with a deck of cards and said, "pick one." So she did, and he said, "your seat is the one with the matching card." So Sierra found her seat at the corner back table, where two other kids were already sitting and talking. Or, at least the girl was talking and the boy sat with glazed eyes fixed in her general direction. It was the first time Sierra ever laid eyes on  Stormageddon, and her first thought was, This is going to be a long year.... Sierra soon found out that, even though Stormageddon talked about Manga way more than was healthy, she was pretty cool. She later discovered that Stormageddon had 7 1/2 out of 8 classes with her that year, so it was very clear that a higher power, like Fate or The School System, insisted on them becoming friends.

Five years later, I still can't get rid of Stormageddon. It's not like I haven't tried either. I was districted to a high school that only about five people from my middle school go to, and she happens to be one of them. I've also left the country a few times, but she's always there waiting for me when I get back. We've done some ridiculously stupid things since that faithful art class. I love her more than Chipotle and Idina Menzel, and I miss her very much. You can count on up coming stories of some of our misadventures.

Until next time,
Sierra