365x8: Zac

Okay, I have run out of Mikes that I know enough about to say something about with out resorting to stereotyping and I really don't want to do that. It is rude. So I guess I will start doing random people until another miniseries occurs to me.



I met Zac in the first day of ninth grade. There could not have been two people less likely to be friends- at first glance, we appeared totally different. However, underneath all of the differences (mainly that I was a good girl, and that Zac was determined to, well, not be the good guy), we looked at life much the same way. We both scorned the typical high school pecking order system, we both enjoyed randomness, we both enjoyed debating, and we both cared deeply about our friends. We hung out with the same people all through high school, and I always insisted to see the positives in him, and he was one person that, even though he didn't know it, was always able to see right through me. I alsways appreciated his blunt honesty with me.



He watched when someone snapped by bra and it undid, and they had to put it back together (one of the top embarressing but funny moments of ninth grade). He told me when to pull it together during a laughing fit. He and I were the same personality type in eleventh grade. We spent hours napping on the grass in front of the school during spares in twelfth grade. He was always good for a compliment on the occasional times that I didn't look like a scruffball in high school.



I haven't seen Zac much since high school. Our lives went off in completely different directions. That's okay, though I always keep hoping he'll turn his life back around.