My best friend and I

No kid is happy without a best friend and I'm especially glad for mine. She's not really the type of person anyone would be friends with but I love her nonetheless. The best part of my day is the evening when I play with her at the rooftop. No, she doesn't go to school with me. I actually don't even know which school she goes to or whether she goes to a school at all. She never discusses these matters with me. You see, she's not really much of a talker. Now that I think about it, I don't think she's even told me her name yet.

My best friend doesn't seem to have any other friend which makes me feel a bit sad for her; but, it's a good thing because every day I come and find her waiting for me. Lately though, it's actually becoming increasingly difficult for me to make time for her. My school work just keeps piling up with each passing day and I have to engage in more extracurricular activities now. Added to the fact that a lot of things have started seeming odd about my best friend and every time I'm near her I just get this eerie sensation that something is not right.

My mom also makes things a bit difficult. I was never allowed on the rooftop and sneaking up there is a bit of a trouble. I did ask my best friend several times to come outside with me so we could play longer but she never responded. Like I mentioned earlier, she's not really much of a talker. This trait has started to bother me now and I think I'd rather spend my time with my other friends from school. But, the problem is, she gets really mad if I miss a day and I can't explain in words how scary she gets when she's angry. I have considered not going to the rooftop at all. Come to think of it, no one is allowed there anyway and the main door to the roof has always remained locked; so, if I barred the small vent through which I crawl inside, she won't be able to come and find me.

Last night, I had the weirdest dream and after I woke up I think I saw a glimpse of long, black hair leaving the room. It reminded me of my best friend's long, black hair and I think I may not be ready to part with her yet.

Tasnim Odrika is having an existential crisis at the moment and doesn't really know who she is anymore. Send her compliments at odrika_02@yahoo.com.