Blair

Blair has been my best friend since my ninth grade year in high school. Ironically enough, she was my worst enemy in junior high. I can’t really say why we didn’t get along, but most people don’t find it surprising.

Blair can be a real k-9 of the female persuasion, if you know what I mean. She never pretends to like anybody or even to tolerate anybody. If she’s your friend, she’s a great friend, but she speaks her mind and she expects you to do the same. She can be a little judgmental sometimes, and she truly believes she is better than most people (she can't help it, being rich and blond). But that’s what’s so funny about her! She knows exactly who she is and she doesn’t try to hide it! That’s why she’s my best friend. I know I can trust her to be herself, even if she’s a person who doesn’t always get along well with others, even if I have to stand up for her all the time.

For example, one day during class CJ was griping about how Blair told him she didn’t like his hair cut.

“CJ,” I said, “you really shouldn’t ask Blair for her opinion if you don’t want to know it. She’s going to be honest. She just told you that she didn’t like it.”

“Yeah, right before she told me I looked like a magical fairy-elf,” CJ reminded me.

“Well, your ears are kind of pointy—but in a good way!” I added hastily, “I mean, I like them. I think they’re hot—like Legolas.” It’s true. I really love CJ’s ears. I might be a weirdo, but I think that people's flaws are what make them attractive. I mean, think of Cindy Crawford—where would she be without her mole? “I wish my ears were pointed.” I touched the point on CJ’s ear and smiled.

“I like your ears the way they are,” CJ said, taking my hand.

I laughed and pulled my hand away. “Yeah, but if they were like yours I could dress as a Vulcan for Halloween!”

I should have never said that. There I had CJ consoled and I ruined it by trying to make a joke. I’m so stupid sometimes.

“I can’t help my ears!” CJ complained. “She could have just said she didn’t like my haircut! She didn’t have to talk about my ears.”

“Well, Blair’s a b@!*. And she would tell you the same thing if you asked her.”

See? Standing up for my friend. ☺