Yesterday, one of my closest friends, Mia, came round my house for a sleepover. We have been friends for over 7 years which is quite a long time. I still remember the first day that we met: I was inside my kitchen getting a drink and I was feeling incredibly bored as it was the half term holidays and the girl I usually “played out” with was on holiday. Anyway, whilst I was glancing outside my window, I saw a girl who looked about my age ride past on a bike. A couple of minutes later, she rode past again. And again. And again. Spontaneously, I decided to just go outside and wait for her to ride past again. “Hi, what’s your name?” I asked casually.
“Mia.” she replied. And since that day, we have been very good friends. Admittedly, there was a period of time when we sort of fell out but that was more due to the other girl on our street who was always saying things behind our backs. Once Mia started coming to my secondary school, we became much closer and we have been through so much together, as cliche as it sounds. Unfortunately, she moved house just over a year ago and we are now two bus journeys apart. I know that isn’t far compared to some friends who live on opposite ends of the world, but considering we used to live literally 30 seconds from each other, this is quite a distance. As a result, we now only see each other in the holidays. In a way, it has kind of made our friendship stronger because we now appreciate the time we spend together more whereas before, it was something we just took for granted. There are also limited things to do where I live, especially now our local park has been demolished and is now just a fenced off area of overgrown grass.
Mia said something to me yesterday which really made me think… she said: “The friends who mostly stick by you are the ones who you grow up with” or something like that. I actually agree with this so much. There are people from my sixth form who I consider as friends but once there are no more lessons to attend, we just drift apart until the next term begins. This isn’t because we don’t like each other; we just simply have no common interests outside of academia and we haven’t been through enough experiences to make us close.
Anyway, sleepovers at my house always mean LOTS of junk food and LOTS of horror movies and psychological thrillers. The best film we watched in my opinion was one called ‘The Visit’. I remember having to watch the trailer for this at the cinema last year and being absolutely petrified since it is a horror movie. After having watched it last night, I would say that it is more of a psychological thriller than a horror movie but the unexpected jump scares and the creepy behaviour of the grandma makes it seem like a horror. Also, without spoiling anything, there is a MASSIVE plot twist towards the end that just sends shivers down my entire body. Honestly, you will not expect it at all. I’d definitely recommend you watch it though, it isn’t that scary, and this is coming from someone who usually covers their eyes and ears throughout horror movies. I’ll attach the link to the trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCsULFGldi8
I’m now going to finish watching last week’s episode of Pretty Little Liars and then do my daily Welsh activity on Duolingo. Nos da! (Goodnight in Welsh 😉 )