“So wait, what?” My best friend Betsy had a puzzled look on her face. I think it’s because I just told her I was moving halfway across the country. Since we’ve been best friends since well forever, I expected her to chain me to her so she’d have to come along. Amazingly she was more mature than I had expected.

“I’m moving,” I paused to let the shock absorb, “to North Carolina. We leave Friday.” I regretted telling her this since Friday was two days away. My parents made a quick decision and they wanted to be gone from here as fast as they could. This was because my mom was hired a professor and the University there and they want her there, set up and ready, by the beginning of the semester.

I noticed something though something I’d expected to see, but I wasn’t entirely ready. I had never seen her brown get so big in my entire life then I realized tears. They were welling up in her eyes. I hadn’t seen her cry since her cat Tigger died two and a half years ago. “So this is the last time I get to see you?” Her voice was shaky, and I couldn’t bare to see her like this. Let alone wonder what her and I will do without each other.

I couldn’t say yes because I felt a lump, the size of a softball in my throat. I tried to think of excuses instead. “We can still e-mail, and I’ll call you almost everyday. Plus, I might be able to come and visit, or you could come visit me in my new house, and it had a pool.” I was giving it all I got to stop her from crying, unfortunately, it didn’t work.

“But it’s not the same…” was all I could make out through the sobs. “You’ll be a thousand miles away, instead of next door!” At this point she completely lost it and dropped onto my bed, the only thing left in my room.

“Betsy, don’t cry. It’ll be okay, I promise we will get through, but only if we stay strong and don’t cry. We’ve been like sisters since we were babies, junior year won’t be the same without you, but we have to find a way to make it through. Remember “Big Girls Don’t Cry.” She laughed a little at my joke but went right back to crying. I reached for my purse, pulled out my sidekick, and played my ring tone. Fergie took Betsy and I away from our problems until the song stopped, but I played it over and over again because I didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t believe myself, I was sitting there trying to cheer her up but now I couldn’t help but getting tears.

“Betsy, it’s time to go.” Mrs. Riska, Betsy’s mom said in a soothing as she could manage tone. She herself looked like she had been crying. I turned to Betsy, and for the last time for a long time I hugged her. We said a sad goodbye to each other, and before I knew it my best friend, someone I’d never been apart from for more than two days at a time, left.