I remember that one time in my eighth grade Mathematics class when my friend Mayra ditched me so she could sleep in. That lazy adulterated crook left me alone during a two-person group Maths project! Who was going to do all the work now while I slacked off?! I was outraged and furious! Then, noting this, mrs. whats-er-face told me to seek another group. I looked around, searched and scoured, yet I knew I had no other friends in that class. (Not that I had many others in the school anyways.) And so I sat. I sat and ambled in my squeaky blue school chair.
After a few minutes, I began to hear a distinctly irritable ' psst' sound. The sound was so loud, that I was almost deafened! I turned and began to chase the sound for its creator until I finally discovered from who that blatant sound was emmanating. It was just some girl calling out to me... WAIT.. WHAT?! A human being was trying to communicate with ME?! Me of ALL people?! She rudely beckonned me and expected me to walk towards her. I thought about it. Gave it SERIOUS consideration. Then carefully, tentatively, pushed myself in a wary stroll towards the center-facing desk-group thing they had arranged.
During the time in their group, we made many conversation. Much that had absolutely nothing to do with whichever abhorring project we were to manufacture, and eventually -with flowing time- she befriended me and I befriended her. And somewhere amongst those lines of befriending and such, Mayra joined in.
It took me about almost THREE MONTHS to remember her first name, and I never even considered the last name until it came to me, about a full year later, to read her assignment paper for her last name.
Soon enough, we were deliberately walking into each other's private homes without any form of permission from each other.
After a few years of friendship and abiding we began to also do erradic activities in out spare time. I really don't quite remember the first possible nefarious thing we did together, but I remember skipping together in our Freshman year of highschool. It was fifth period and it was our first time attempting this emminent outdoors activity. Once lunch-time was over, and everyone initiated their walking-to-class route, we spent some time strolling around the halls in quite a time consuming manner trying to find a way to leave the encarcelations of school fence. After about twenty lofty minutes of suspiciously putting away loose objects and putting over our heads the hoods of our jackets in a facetious detective-like manner, we found the answer to all of our inquiries. A fence. Not just a fence, but THE Fence. THE Fence! Isolated from any lingering ample-weighted green T-Shirt utilising security guard speed-racing on his golf caddie, and any wandering eyes. Our eyes swelled with salty alligator tears of bliss and elation. Quickly, we scoured the area around us and ran for the fence. I, of course as I am a gentleman (Haha), allowed Erica (Our Crimminal Mastermind) to head first. She handed me her loose items that could not be fit into the bag, and she proceeded to climb. Then, It was my turn. I threw over the fence, my bag and other things, and actualised the climbing of the -Sorry,- THE Fence. In the middle of the procedure, I hesitated and looked back for Erica had told me that there was a guard coming our way. That is when we both began to loose our composure. Quickly I climbed the fence (with my acute fear of heights and jumping from them and all) and jumped off landing on my face and knees and almost hitting the street that was flushed with highly sped-up cars. And as soon as we encountered a clearing in the road, we ran across it, without looking back.
Our heart was beating faster than ever before. We kept running and freaking out and visualising thoughts of the security coming after us in their carts. We ended up in a small running track with some trees, for about an hour on one of the trees recieving heart attack bullets whenever a cop car passed by.
That was a memmorable moment I will never forget.
After that, we made many other crimminal memmories. Cutting holes in fences, tresspassing, and though this all may not sound too bad, it gave us enjoyable moments together full of shock and surprises I'll never forget.