Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Abby

    Abigail Wynd Zwart.  I could go on and on about all of the good times we have had together, but I will only write a page and a half.  We have had so many fun and exciting times together it’s hard to choose which ones to talk about.  I am also going to describe Abby to you.
    Abby was born on November 29, 1996 to Steve and Angela Zwart.  She has one older brother and four younger brothers.  She also has one younger sister.  She comes from a very big family and is the second oldest.  When it comes to who will baby-sit them, Abby usually gets to do the honors.  She has a lot of responsibility being the oldest of the two girls, but she can handle it.
    Abby and I are kind of different, but we get along so well.  She is in eighth grade while I am in ninth grade.  Even though we are on almost opposite ends of the school, I still see her every day.  Whenever I get the chance, I will go down to her hallway and talk with her.  It is usually during breaks that I go and talk to her.  Some days I only get to see her once, but most of the time it’s three or four times a day.  There are a lot of other ways we are different from each other.  She has brown hair and brown eyes.  I have blonde hair and blue eyes.  She plays soccer, basketball, and softball.  I am in volleyball, basketball, and track.  Abby is more of an outgoing person.  She can go up and talk to almost anyone.  I could never do that.  I am a little more shy.  I could keep going on but I won’t.
    We have a lot in common as well.  We both love basketball and play on summer leagues.  In general, we both love almost any kind of sport.  Both of us play three sports during the school year, one for every season.  Abby and I are both athletic and about the same height.  Our birthdays are also in the same great month, November.  We love hanging out with friends and hate it when we have homework.  We both go to CMCS and have a lot of the same friends even though Abby is younger.  Both of us have to baby-sit too.  She baby-sits her family and I do it for others.
    Basketball season was a blast for both of us.  Practices were so much fun.  On the way to games, we would sit by each other and make up funny things.  A lot of times, one of us would say something that didn’t make sense and would tease each other about it for a long time.  We would also do that during volleyball season.  She was in soccer so she would come to games when she could.  During the varsity games, we would sit by each other and do weird things.  We would make up silly things or walk around acting strange.  I’m sure a lot of people thought that, but we didn’t care.  Bus rides home were pretty intense most of the time.  It was then that a lot of crazy things happened.  When we were both so tired we couldn’t think or talk right.  We would tell stories and get the wording all mixed up and tease each other about it.  We would laugh about things that weren’t even funny and play fun games.  Sometimes when we would get back to school, I would go with Abby to put the med. kit away.  The school can be pretty creepy when it’s all dark and we are telling scary stories.
    When I was in Knowledge Bowl last year, we had so much fun together.  We would always be on the same team together and would do really well.  One time, I was on a team of three.  Abby, Courtney, and I.  We were in the fourth room and at the end of that round, we moved up the the third room.  That next round, Courtney had to leave so it was just Abby and me.  Even thought we were the only ones on the team, we did good.  We always did weird things.  We would play card games and get really into them.  It could get pretty crazy.  It was always to fun, even though we  had to get up early.  I have so many other Knowledge Bowl stories but there wouldn’t be enough room to write it all.
    Abby is such an amazing person and friend.  There are so many stories and memories we have together.  She can always make my day by reminding me of funny stories.  Even when I see her, my day gets better.  I know that she will always be my friend.

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