I am Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
Classy kids don't plageurize. If it's on my blog and not mine, you'll know.
Subtitled: Practicing My 25-Minute Essay Skills and Drafting a College Application Essay and Killing Road Time All at Once.
Kara is my best friend. She is smart, funny, and gorgeous. She gets excited about Marvel comics and Dr. Who; she carries a world in her eyes. She fights off her demons and has seen her share of darknesses, just as we all have. Since we became friends, I have learned so much from her; without her my life would not be the same.
She and I became acquainted as little kids. Our mothers were friends and we grew together even though we’re far from the same. I got to know her as her baby brother passed away - he has a rare condition that steadily worsened after age 2. When we were in 6th grade, I hugged her at his funeral. Since then, our friendship has only deepened.
There have been many times when she’s talked me off ledges, and vice versa. We do a lot of random, fun things together, but some of my favorite times are when we’re just talking, in the car or my kitchen or Barnes and Noble. She was there for me as I overcame an eating disorder. I let her cry on my shoulder when a boy
(I had a great struggle how to not put this profanely) left her in the dust. She likes Star Wars and I identify as a Trekkie. There have been times, fugacious yet painful, when we’re at odds. But in the end, we are sisters at heart.
Kara has changed my life by loving me and by letting me be there for her. So many times, I’ve been so flabbergasted that someone actually cares a lot about me that I can’t help but be altered. Conversely, just the fact that she needs me has made me think and act differently at various points in time. I have also been humbled to watch her go through everything life has thrown her way. When you see someone watch a loved one die over a period of years, yet despite the pain and sadness she still has joy and richness of life, it jolts you with a perspective that money can’t furnish.
Kara has been such a big part of my life these last few years that I feel I can’t neglect to write about her. From the very beginning, this has been a relationship that changed me. And although life may separate us, her influence on these years will not die. Her fingerprints on who I am will never fade.