Savannah and Chloe
Have you ever watched a friendship fall apart? It’s an interesting thing to experience. What’s truly amazing is that there are obvious signs, but few people recognize them in time to stop it. This is what happened to me. This is the friendship that I watched slide through the cracks. This is my story.
Savannah and I had been friends since the second grade. We lived next door to each other. We were in the choir together. We walked home from school together. We were inseparable. We were often referred to as one person. We were no longer individuals. Like Mary-Kate and Ashley, we became Savannah and Chloe.
I remember those years well. Savannah would be outside with her sister, and without a second thought would run through our front door to grab something to eat or go to the bathroom. The same privileges were given to me. I would charge through her front door without a moment’s hesitation. This was just the way we lived our lives. It was expected of us. After all, we were Savannah and Chloe.
This plot continued through elementary school and into the summer before our sixth grade year. Our lives had been relatively simple until that time. School. Choir. Friendship. That was all we had to worry about. That is, until that fateful day when my mother told me that she had met someone. It had always been just her and me. So once Jack came into the picture, life took on a completely different aura. Not only did I acquire a new stepfather, but two stepsisters as well. This sudden multiplication of people created chaos. I began spending more time with my family, getting to know the newest members. Savannah quickly became friends with my step siblings. We all spent time together and things progressed in a rather pleasant manner.
The summer after my 5th grade year, my mom and stepfather moved us to a new house, a new neighborhood, and a new school district. Due to the distance between us, mine and Savannah’s friendship was tested for the first time. Somehow we survived, friendship in tact, and continued our trek into adolescents.
To keep our friendship strong we called each other, spent weekends together, and stayed involved with each others lives. We were forced to employ the assistance of our parents until we were sixteen, at which point we could legally drive ourselves. While this was a little inconvenient, everyone cooperated, because they knew how important it was to us.
Our friendship continued to grow through high school. There were times that we would go a few weeks without talking, because we were both very busy, but we never drifted apart. It worked like this, she would be busy with choir, me with theater, but when we finally talked on the phone or saw each other, it was as if we never missed a beat. We were still Savannah and Chloe and, as far as we were concerned, that was how it would always be.
As I mentioned, our friendship stayed strong through high school. ...