Starting high school was extremely tough since it’s an entirely different environment from middle school and elementary school. Getting accustomed to lockers and strict teachers made most of my freshman year difficult but what made freshman year one of the best years of high school was meeting Crystal Branch, a ghetto Puerto Rican girl who was born and raised in the Bronx. Most of the kids in high school were afraid of Crystal because she had a bad reputation and a temper to match but I saw past that. I saw a girl who had a troubled past, someone not that different from everyone else.
One conversation was all it took and just like that we clicked as if we’ve known each other for years. We both knew each other like the back of our hands. I saw the deepest and ugliest parts of her as did she in me, but neither of us thought twice about being judgmental to each other. One had what the other lacked so we were both a support system to each other in one way or another.
Unfortunately near the end of freshman year in high school Crystals’ family had to move back to the Bronx for unclear reasons. The move from New Jersey to the Bronx happened so hastily that I was unable to give Crystal a formal goodbye let alone a means for us to keep in touch. I haven’t seen Crystal since but I still think of her from time to time and hope that one day fate will have us cross roads again.
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