We met at band camp a week before college classes started. You were my squad leader and throughout the whole season we would march by each other. With you being the leader of Squad P, you had me and two other members of the flute section underneath your care; one of them being my friend with red hair from high school. The two of us talked a lot during band and got somewhat close. Your name really isn't "Deena"; we just gave you the nickname because you look like Deena from the TV show, Jersey Shore. It's kind of scary how you two look so much alike.
During marching band practice, you and I would talk about life. You told me about guys you had slept with, made out with, and about your life. In return, I told you about my gay father, boyfriend, and some secrets. We would laugh a lot every Monday and Wednesday when we had practice. I was really glad to get to know you as a person since you're really funny and nice. I'm not going to lie, I thought you would be kind of stuck up, but you weren't that at all. You were nothing but nice to everyone.
I won't forget this one time when we were at practice and one of your guy friends called you. When you answered you tried to tell him that you were in practice, but I guess he already knew that. He had told you to look at the roof of the closest building to us and when you did, you were shocked. There he was, waving, at the top of the building. You called him crazy and hung up. You were laughing pretty hard and told me to look at the building. I saw someone walking across it and before I could ask, you told me that it was your friend. Apparently he really wanted to show you how to go up there sometime. He had said that you had to be pretty sneaky to do it though. I'm not so sure if you went up there with him sometime, but that would be awesome.
Another thing I won't forget is that every time we would have practice, I would bring you something. I brought you a mini can of Sprite once, a few lollipops another time, and even a cupcake. It was pretty funny since you never really expected me to bring something each time. It got boring standing out in the hot sun without an instrument so I would bring candy and stuff to put in my sweatshirt or in my pants pockets. You brought me a Slurpee from 7/11 once though, and I was extremely grateful for that.
One time while we were having a Saturday practice before the game, we were on break. You had asked me to follow you to get more water from our large water dispenser. After that we went and sat up in the bleachers. I was the only underclassman sitting up there with you and many others in the band. You introduced me and I engaged in conversation. Not much happened after that, but I felt like I sort of belonged for a tiny moment since I hadn't been feeling that yet. I thank you for introducing me to more people and being a friend.
You and I talked before we went on for our half time show one time too. You had asked me if I was going to be in the marching band next year. I told you that I was actually thinking about transferring to somewhere else because I didn't like the atmosphere at the college we were attending. You were pretty sad but assured me that it was okay to feel that way. Then we went on and talked about make-up. You said that if you didn't put foundation on your face, you would look completely different. Apparently you had a lot of acne when you were younger and you have a few scars. I never really wore make-up since I didn't really care about what I looked like. I didn't straighten my hair either. I mean, I used to, but I just sort of stopped. You asked me to straighten my hair and wear make-up for next practice. I did it, but you weren't there, sadly.
I had texted you one day and asked if you wanted to get lunch or dinner sometime during the week. You responded with a yes and we made plans for a Wednesday. When that day came, we met at one of the food courts on campus and got some dinner. We both ended up getting chicken fingers with ranch dressing. The two of us sat down at a table by a window and talked while we ate. Well...mostly it was just me talking since you had asked me about life. Apparently I looked super stressed out or something. I told you about how my dad was acting, how I thought I was slipping back into being depressed, how I was getting screwed over by our school, how I was definitely transferring next fall, and how stressed out I was about school and money. You were shocked on how many things were going on in my life all at once, but gave me some advice: Do what I needed to do in order to make myself happy. You asked me a few questions on why I wanted to leave the school since you work for the Student Association. I told you that I didn't like the atmosphere, how transportation is horrible and that I'm basically stuck on campus since I don't have a car, how the college screwed me over with money, and how I needed more campus life. You agreed with everything I was saying since you have heard that from many people. You said that a lot of people leave here after their first year because it seems too much like high school and the transportation is horrible. Well, look at me, I'm transferring somewhere else this fall. After we were done eating and talking, you stood up and gave me a hug. You told me that if I ever needed someone to talk to, you were here for me. You are too sweet.
We haven't talked much at all and that kind of saddens me. The two of us were supposed to get lunch or dinner together one last time before I left, but that didn't happen. I like seeing your Facebook posts though, you really seem to be getting your life together. You were such a great friend through marching band season and then when we talked over dinner. I never really thought that you and I would hang out besides band, but we did. You're one of the nicest people I have ever met, Deena. I am really glad that we met and I wish you all the best in life.
With much thanks,
Samantha
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