The Fracture of a Friendship

when 13-year-old best friends fight

Pimples, and boys, and chocolate. Oh, my!

Is there anything so heartbreakingly shattering as having a fight with your best friend? Especially when you’re just 13 and figuring out pimples, boys and where to get your next hit of chocolate.

In the middle of all that, when someone else tells you that your new haircut looks horrible, and that it was your best friend who said it first, well…..the bottom just drops out of your world.

When you are barely aware of this thing called puberty and the disruptive effect on your emotions and physical body at the same time, trying to figure out why your bff is so mad at you that she’d criticize your hairdo is like throwing another match into a burning building.

It’s all falling apart.

Suddenly, life is just too much. How did anyone survive to 30? Oh, is THAT why people over 18 act like they’re so smart, because they survived puberty? What’s so great about growing up anyway?

The fight with my best friend lasted all of two days. I can’t tell you which common enemy we discovered that precipitated our making up, but suddenly our argument was forgotten, all was forgiven and we were hugging and giggling again as only 13-year-olds can do.

Proving once again that this, too, shall pass.

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This story was written from a list of 30-day writing prompts about events from my personal life. If you’ve enjoyed it, please leave a comment!