sjsprWriting

My best friends are THE best friends. I am lucky enough to have a group of friends that I love deeply and that loves me back (hopefully). My group of friends is the family I chose, my brothers and sisters, my favorite people. They are the ones that make me smile, sing in the shower, wake up every morning for school, and eat way more than my stomach can hold. They point me in the right direction. They are the ones that inspire me, push me to be a better person.  My best friends make me truly happy and I cherish every moment I spend by their side, whether its fighting for the AUX cable, begging for Churry at 3 in the morning, praying at the feet of a Saint somewhere in Chile, biting each other until we nearly bleed, having a 2 person pool party, eating Mc Donalds right after a 300 dollar meal, screaming at that one person that doesn't want to sit in the back of the car, black mailing eachother with embarrasing sleeping pictures, dancing salsa along with drunk old guys in El Hotel San Juan's lobby, almost dying 3 times on the highway, eating flap jacks all day, and lastly, asking someone to "hold us down". While on a rock at the edge of a cliff somewhere on the coast of Chile, I looked around and automatically knew that that moment, having only my Ocho Monchos by my side... that moment was pure happiness.