these are what i call best friends sisters.
isabella maryanne fryman:
isabella maryanne fryman:
the definition of perfect best friend.
i love her to death.
and nothing will EVER change that.
we have so many memories.
where to begin?
we met in sixth grade, in mr. glenn's math class.
we instantly clicked over your harry potter shirt,
and my jonas brothers shirts.
yeah, shirts created our friendship.
let's go with years for memories i know.
SIXTH GRADE
for starters, we met.
we passed notes in mr. glenn's class.
we had a dust bunny named chad dylan cooper (gasp.)
"i'm gunna throw tristen at youu!"
singing taylor swift in gym.
...and a lot more.(:
SEVENTH GRADE
our first sleepover.
cussing out guys.
taylor swift at 3AM.
cape ghirardeau.
mcdonalds, and i got your happy meal toy.
the first time we wrote songs to each other
AND THIS YEAR
(SO FAR)
picturing kissing boys in the rain during storms.
our sleepover on gabby's birthday.
watching my super phsycho sweet sixteen.
being on the phone with gabby for like 8 hours.
you raping my dog.
watching family guy at 4AM.
^ with t.s. in the background.
obnoxious thrive coughing.
glee with jackie.
harry potter 7 with jackie and kayla!(:
more songs for each other.
our amazing notes.
and now, some of our songs for each other:
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so that about sums it up.
dear prongs,
i love you.
love, padfoot.
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