To Mr. DAP

A Letter To the Bestie.

Davonte -- Boy, I used to hate you in kindergarten. You swore you was sooo much smarter than everyone else. (You Lied!) But you made me want to be smarter, so that was a good thing about that. lls We weren't really friends then, but we both sat at the pink table, so we were associates. It seemed like you hated, because you always knew the stuff about me that I wasn't ready to admit yet. Like you could see through me or some ish... creepy right. (especially because you still do the same thing). Then there was third grade, idk what happened but we got cool then. We actually had conversations that didn't involve arguments. It was chill. I think I really realized you were my best friend when I got to 5th grade though. Swear, we fought every Friday like clockwork, but still we managed to get past it by Monday. And Kevin almost always ended up in the middle. But through it all, we were like the three musketeers. I thank you (and Kevin)l for being my friend when I hated girls, and when they hated me. I could go on & on about our years in middle school, but it doesn't matter. We went through the same shit. You were always seeing through whatever fronts I tried to put up because you knew the real me, I respect that. You were always a reality check. And even when I was in ninth grade, you stayed true. I will forever remain greatful for your friendship, and wish you the best next year at that retarded school of yours lol.