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A Story of Friendship

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Friendship is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything. When I was young, I never knew the true meaning of friendship. All the people that were around me were my relatives, so I never cared about having friends. As I grew up, I found myself alone even though I had a big family and many cousins. I didn't have that special friend who I could hang out with and tell everything to. When I was ten years old, I got really depressed because I didn't have any friends and my parents didn't know what to do to take me out of my depression. After a while, we knew that we were coming to the US; this made me busy and forget about my depression for the rest of the time that we were in Jordan. On November 19 2007, I arrived to the United States leaving no friends behind me. It was harder and harder to make friends when I couldn't speak any English. My life completely changed when I met my best friend a year later. Coincidently, the girl who I met at tutoring session during summer and thought she was the most arrogant person on this earth became my best friend. At first, I used to hate her and she used to hate me for no particular reason. We use to give each other the dirtiest look and I use to say to myself who does she think she is. We both speak the same language so it was easy for the teacher to introduce us to each other. I said to myself OMG I don't want to talk to her but anyways I had to. I said hi and she replied with the same word but I heard it with a hatred voice. After that, we never talked during the entire tutor session. In the fall of my freshmen year, I met her at Western High School. We had a lot of classes together. When I saw her next to me in economics class. I was like OH NO not again!! How am I going to stand her the whole year? Then, my cousin went and introduced herself and they both started talking. I felt that I misjudged her and that she was re

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