An unforgettable friendship

Morgan Malin, General columnist

Having a best friend is great, but having someone who’s like your other half is really what makes you complete. My childhood friend, Payton Washburn, is someone I’ve looked to for as long as I can remember — my other half.

It all started in the sixth grade. I had just moved to Texas, and I was starting middle school. Scared out of my mind, I even stayed home the first day.

The next day, I went to school. Starting my day with math, I walked into the room and people whispered. Great. Even though the school year had just started, I was the new kid, uncomfortably standing out.

Then a tiny, short-haired, blue-eyed girl walked up to me and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Payton – would you like to sit at my table?”

“Sure,” I replied nervously. It seemed that everyone was already good friends, and while they talked and joked, I paid attention to the teacher, who was introducing her classroom rules. Then the kid next to Payton whispered in her ear, “She’s weird.” Payton quickly barked back, “She seems cooler than you.”

“She’s right, you know,” I said. Everyone at the table laughed. That was the beginning of our epic friendship.

When her 12th birthday arrived, Payton invited me to her birthday party/sleepover, along with a few others. One by one, everyone showed up at her house. There were 10 of us. We all crowded into two cars and headed towards Stonebriar Center; the plan was to go ice skating.

We strapped on our ice skates and cautiously stepped into the rink. Left and right, all of us were falling all over each other. Although it probably was not the best idea to bring a bunch of clumsy tween girls onto the ice, we skated for hours until our feet ached.

We dragged ourselves back to our cars, thinking we were going home. But to our surprise, we took a turn into Main Event. Everyone screamed with excitement.

Once inside, we all got our wristbands and cards, and then split up into our individual friend groups. I was with Payton, of course. It was nearly impossible for all of us to contain our happiness; we had to be the loudest people in that place.

We ran around playing games for hours, but my favorite part was the photo booth. I took about three or four pictures with Payton, each one funnier than the last.

We thought we were tired before, but now we were exhausted.

When we finally were back at Payton’s house, her parents ordered five pizzas to appeal to everyone’s taste buds.

We played around for hours and ran amuck, driving Payton’s parents insane. By night time, we were more awake than ever. We turned the lights off and turned on every party light we could find, the 10 of us dancing around the room.

It was finally time for bed. The majority of us were still up to party, but had calmed down so the people that were tired could sleep.

At about 2 a.m.., there were only four of us awake. One girl left to go to the bathroom, and when she came back, she stood at the door blank-eyed, staring at us. We were convinced she was possessed. The door next to her started shaking and by then, we were screaming, waking everyone up. The girls on the floor huddled on the bed screaming the girl’s name, and then screamed at the one girl who was still asleep to wake up.  She woke up, but got mad, and just went back to sleep. The girl at the door laughed and said she was just trying to scare us. After that event, all of us finally went to sleep.

The next morning, everyone was devastated to leave.

I have a terrible memory, but I will never forget this night, seeing as it was the beginning to a friendship I’ll have for the rest of my life.