And on the 27638765834987637 day Sharlicia was created

My friend wrote a few posts about her best friends, and it inspired me to bare it all Sharlicia style. Just the name Sharlicia shows that we have been friends for way too long. To understand us you must first understand the name. Her name is Charlotte. Somewhere in high school I nicknamed her Sharla and would write all my "notes" to Sharla and not Charlotte. My name isn't as cool as hers so my nick name was just Licia. (one reason why I wanted my baby to have a nickname-able name. but that is a totally different post). And somehow, somewhere we formed Sharlicia. And the world hasn't been the same since.


I should start from the beginning. Charlotte and I attended the same private school since I started Kindergarten. I knew her only as the other small girl in the grade before me. Once our school was doing a silent auction and I really wanted this beanie baby. I remember waiting outside the door when they were figuring out all the winners and such and listening to this girl talk to her parents about wanting THE SAME BEANIE BABY. I honestly can't remember who won. But knowing both of our fathers, it was a battle to the end.

Our school combined the 7th and 8th grade. On my first day of 7th grade our teacher gave us some personality test that divided us into colors. I want to say I was an orange, but I could be wrong. Anyways, Charlotte was in the same group. We talked about a few things and I remember going home and telling my mom I think I made a friend. Little did either of us knew the extent of the friendship.

Our desks got put next to each other and we  got in a lot of trouble talking about me being in The Nutcracker and dogs and who knows what else. There was a lot of middle school girl drama, so we ended up becoming real close. Christmas break was the start of the Epic Sleepovers that basically involved us going to one persons house for a few days and once we got too annoying we'd go to the other house.

The school year came to a close and Charlotte graduated. This was a sad time knowing that she wouldn't be there the next year. But we definitely made up for it in the summer with some uberly epic Epic Sleepovers. She went to high school and I finished up 8th grade. We didn't see each other much. I like to call it "the lost year."

Charlotte switched schools for her sophomore year. This happened to be the school that basically my whole 8th grade class went to. (There were only about 8 of us, so that really isn't that big of a deal). I begged and begged to go there, but my parents decided that the public school in my neighborhood woulde better. It wasn't. And I was miserable. I remember spending hours on AIM talking to her about her school and would leave little messages for my dad to find about it. Eventually after weeks of crying they finally gave in and I switched schools over Christmas Break.

To Be Continued...