Me And Amanda: An Alliance Made in Hell

Amanda Luzader is my sister. Not biologically, but we are sisters (along with Alex Kaehler, which I will explain in another post) But the history of our friendship is actually quite interesting.

When Amanda and I were in kindergarten, she used to be friends with a girl named Kaylee, and I, being smaller and weaker than both of them and a notorious crybaby, was their favorite target. They weren't teasers and name callers...they were just violent thugs. Five-year-old thugs. One day, Amanda smashed my face into a red tube slide. I cried, of course, that's all I ever did in elementary school--which, by the way, earned me a reputation I couldn't shake even in sixth grade. I've always been a disliked individual for the stupidest reasons known to mankind. Anyways, so Amanda and Kaylee skipped off, arm-in-arm, laughing at my agony as small children are usually wont to do. But as time wore on, the game grew old, and Amanda came forth and apologized for the months of woe and fear she'd wrung over my small child head. And ever since then, we've been friends; but we didn't become best friends until third grade, during which we goofed off and made the life of our teacher, Mrs. Workman, a complete and utter hell. We were bad kids, I guess...well, not bad per say, but definitely precocious. Obnoxious. Irritating. Not much has changed since then, I suppose. Anyway, we were the most pugnacious brats in the room, so we formed a sort of comraderie. This alliance of evil, the Axis Powers of the third grade classroom, cultivated a friendship that has lasted for over eight years. With girls today, always backstabbing each other, this is a major accomplishment!