They knew each other for a very long time - four years to be exact, and all four years were spent in highschool. The years that "adolecents" make friends that could last a life time. The years where you find out who your true friends are. The years that can be the biggest emotional rollercoaster of a lifetime.

They were practically bestfriends. She told him everything. She confided everything in him, and he, in turn, offered his amazing advice. The advice that never failed to pick her up, the advice that was so immacuately perfect, yet unplanned, that she felt put her in the right hands. The hands of her bestfriend, her "brother."

Him: I have to tell you something.

Her: What is it? Is everything okay?

Him: Well, sort of. I don't want you to have the wrong impression of me. I don't want you to... I don't know how to say it.

Her: Well, just do it.

Him (Calmly): I never really wanted to be your friend. I was kind of dared to be your friend. My friends were messing around with me and dared me to talk to you, so I did.

Her: ...

Him: Well...

Her: I don't know what to to tell you.

Him: I don't want you to keep relying on me. Everything you've ever told me in the past that was a secret was passed on to someone else. I guess you could say I was using you. I guess you could say we were just a joke.

Her (Shocked): So, you're telling me that our so called friendship was just a big game to you. All the things I confided in you meant nothing to you. All the times we spoke was only the effect of your stupid friends. They ones that you actually call friends, unlike me. I'm just a piece of trash to you.

Him: ...

Her: All the times I cried in front of you, were moments of enjoyment for you. All the times I told you I loved you and you didn't reply had a reasoning behind them. Everything was just a big fat lie. You were a big fat lie. But, I suppose you don't care. Why would you need to care? You don't. There's no remorse behind the actions you've commited. The dagger you have stabbed me in the heart with is exactly where you wanted it to be. You planned this. You planned the whole thing. Four years of my life I have wasted on you. Four years of my life I have devoted to being your bestfriend, in turn for nothing? And this means nothing to you?

Him: No, not really.

Her: (With a shaky voice)Well, then I suppose this is where we part. This is where I go my way, and you go yours. This is where I step back and say, "Nice to meet you, friend, or shall I say traitor, and bid you farewell," while I shake your hand.

Him: ...

Her: Then, that is exactly what I shall do. (Steps back and puts out her hand) Goodbye. May the road take you where it must, and may that place be exactly where you want it. May your life be filled with happiness and bless you with a beautiful wife and beautiful children. And, may you, in the far future, remember all the good times you had destroying my life with a few words. And, I hope that I can pick up these broken pieces of my heart and mend them back together one day. So, I will take my heart and walk in a different direction from the one you are planning to take, and try to never cross your path ever again. And now, I bid you farewell. (She walks away.)

Him: (Whispers) If only she knew how much I really loved her.

Except, there was a reasoning behind it all.

Tune in next week to Senario TV!          

I just can't figure out an ending. lol.

The title = I could think of nothing better.

So, it has been brought to my attention that everyone in the whole wide world has taken the damn SAT but me. And, now you're thinking, "Oh, it can't possibly be that bad."

Fine. I will let you into my thoughts. (Brace yourself people, you're in for a bumpy ride)

I was talking with one of my "college" friends, I call them this because they are the people that I see every summer at UHD (University of Houston-Downtown), and he brings up the SAT.

Yes, the one placement test that tells the whole college community whether you're stupid or brilliant, and to that one school, which you've been dreaming of your whole life, there is no middle ground. You're either good enough, or you're not.

Anyway, he mentioned it, right? So, here we go. "Ugh! I haven't even taken the SAT." Yes that's me. The irresponsible one. The outcast in the world of SAT test takers.

The whole day I pondered over the consequences that were brought because of my lacking attempt for this simple little test.

My teacher "shot" us an email last month informing us of our assignment when we get back. We must write a thousand essays that will accompany our SAT scores to the colleges of our choice for early acceptance. Well, that poses a problem for me.

I haven't taken the damn SAT!

Which means. Because I have not taken the SAT, for whose deadline I missed every single time, I will not be able to apply early, which means I will not get the pleasant reassurance of being accepted to the college of my choice like the others in my class, which means I will have to wait until the near-end of the school year to get that "Yes or No."

So, I have come to a conclusion. I must sign up for the SAT in October and study my a** off this summer so that I can get accepted into Rice. And, do you know what score I have to get in order to get accepted into Rice? A 2100. Yes. A 2100. One more time. Twenty-one hundred. Okay fine, this year it was 1960. But, the range continues untill 2280. So, im being safe. I need a 2100.

Doesn't that just make you want to jump for joy? Come, jump with me because of all this happiness. Oh, yipee!

So, I get one chance and, probably only one, for this damn test. And, my dream is Rice. Rice would complete me. Rice would be the cherry on top.

Let's go over this one more time.

Lack of test taking = No early acceptance = Peril, Doom, and whatever else you can think of.

October SAT= One Chance

One chance which leads to two things.

Either I'm brilliant OR I'm not.

Take Your Pick.