I believe that there is one special person for everyone. In my case, the special person is my best friend. It was my freshman year of high school. Like every fifteen-year old girl, I had various problems. One of the bigger problems was between this girl and me. We had been friends, but had a fight, and stopped talking. In the middle of the fight, I began to develop a friendship with another girl. We became extremely close and eventually, we reached the best friend level. This all happened during the second semester of ninth grade. Over the summer, we did almost everything together. I went with her and her family to Hatteras Island and it was the best time ever. When we came home, and returned to school, our bond was still strong.