Gerbils crossing the street?

So I'm hanging out with Shannon tomorrow.
It's so weird to think of how much each of us has grown since we became friends.
Grade 7 - Sleepovers to work on French project, but just spending 15 minutes using instant-translator... and getting an A. Getting her moved because I talked to much in Socials.
(She was a straight A suck up kid).
Grade 8 - Middle school grade trip to Nanaimo. "Ew! I touched Lennie Low!"
Grade 9 - Passing notes en Francais. Sleepovers at Sami's... the baseball bat, Valentine's day parties (worst movies ever, but Lennie loved them)... Living with eachother for an entire summer... 3am trips to the beach, "Here, lick my finger", parties in the cowboy lounge, food poisoning at Rodeo, Prom adventures, amazing summer days at Tori's. Swimming at the lake, parades at the lake... bowling shoes at the lake.
So much more.

Of course, there was stuff from grade 10, but after my mom died, that year was just a blur.

After I left, so much changed. I mean, she dropped out of school for a bit, all the problems with her parents... all the problems with mine.
Growing up, I always had my life together. She'd just come and stay with us for a little while in the summer because she knew my mom always gave her an open invitation.
Neither of us knew how much the tables would turn.

The more I think about it, the more I'm sure I would have been okay if I had stayed on Parksville... stayed at KSS. I had amazing friends... most of the time.
I'm glad that I'm here, but I don't resent KSS or any of my memories there anymore.
And I miss Shannon and Chelsey and Gibby and Lennie and Veronica and Janelle.

The point is.... I'm hanging out with Shannsy tomorrow.