Eefje

Her name was Eefje.

I couldn’t stop myself from reading her book. Now all the memories are flooding back. I need to talk about these memories to someone. But I don’t have anyone to talk to so I’ll just write it all here.

I met her when I was only eight years old. She was one year older than me but was held back one year so we ended up in the same class. For the first part of the year we barely talked. But then we had to do a group project together. We were best friends from that day forward. I don’t know why, we just clicked I guess.

I remember the first time we held a sleepover at her house. We stayed up all night reading comics together under her blanket. We didn’t get caught but obviously the next day her parents knew something was up when we both fell asleep at the breakfast table.

I remember the first time we fought. She accidentally damaged my dress. I was extremely angry about it. I was stupid. Later we both apologized and hugged for what seemed to be an hour. It wasn’t our last fight but we always ended the same way.

I remember when we started high school together. We were so excited. That excitement lasted maybe half a day before we realized it was still school. School always sucked.

I remember her comforting me when I failed my first class, French.

I remember doing the same for her when she failed History.

I remember us joining a basketball team together. We almost never won a match but we always had fun. Well, most of the time. Okay I lied, we only had fun when we won.

I remember punching her first boyfriend in the face after he cheated on her. I got suspended for that. My mother also scolded me for it but I didn’t care.

I remember holding her hand when..

Fuck, I’m crying. I knew I should have burnt her book again. Eefje, I miss you so much.

-Fien