My best friend’s name is Lauren. She is 16 years old and has long mousey brown hair. I am taller than her by a good 2 inches, but she is older than me by a good 2 weeks. Lauren and I have known each other since I was born, and have been best friends since we were able to understand what the words “best friends” meant. I can always count on her to have my back, but if i were going to have to be stuck on an island with someone I wouldn’t want to be stuck with her. My reasons for this would be the fact that she can get on my last nerve and i would probably turn to cannibalism to make the bickering end. Aside from being so close that we fight like sisters and are way too mean to each other way too often, she is the person who’s opinion I care most about, aside from God’s, my parent’s, my sister’s, my boyfriend’s, my other friend’s, my dog’s…okay so maybe her opinion isn’t the highest, but I do care what she thinks. Lauren and I are interested in somewhat of the same things, like we both love volleyball…and that’s where the similarities stop. Like for instance…she lifts weights for fun and I lift them for punishment. I love to run and she would rather drop a 50lbs weight on her toes…(her words not mine.) I also love to shop and she hates to shop. She likes to shower for 30 minutes and I like to take a good 10. Even though we have almost nothing in common we have everything in common because we are friends and we do the things that the other loves to indulge them. Just like love, a friendship only works if you put in the effort to create it, and that is just what we have done.