"Our story started a long time ago, when we were just little girls. I remember that day like it was yesterday, it feels like it was just yesterday...."

*Flashback*

Pre-school. Where kids are sent off to when they aren't quite old enough to go to school, but parents can't handle them at home anymore. The red brick building towers above the young girl as she looks over at her mom.

"You'll be fine. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends," The girls mom assures her, giving an award winning smile.

"Okay," the young child mumbles as she wipes away the stray tears left on her face from the fit she threw earlier this morning.

"Martha, daddy wouldn't want you to cry," The mom said as she crouches down next to the child, Martha.

"I know," Martha chokes out as the tears threaten to start falling again. The few memories of her father play out in her head. He was her hero. He is her hero. He always will be His death last year took a toll on her and her mother. All they have is each other now.

"Are you ready?" Martha's mother asks. Martha nods as her mom gave her one last hug and let her go. Martha hesitantly starts walking towards the building. It's now or never.

When Martha opens the door, she is greeted with the sight of multiple other children her age. They all look aquatinted with each other. She brushes a dirty blonde curl out of her face and looks around the room awkwardly. Then, Martha spots her. She is the one. The idiot sitting in the corner of the room trying to open a book. She will be Martha's best friend. As if she could feel Martha staring at her, she looks up and the two girls make eye contact.

"What're you looking at?" The girl trying to open the book said. She pulls her wild strands of wavy black hair out of her face to properly look at Martha.

"I'm looking at your ugly face," Martha retorts back to the girl. The girl huffs up and marches over to Martha with her arms crossed.

"Have you seen yourself?" The girl said sassily looking Martha up and down.

"Yeah, I looked fabulous," Martha said flipping her hair.

"Ha, you wish. You look like poop!" The girl said laughing.

"And you look like the toilet after I eat beans!" Martha yells back.

"I see why none of the other kids want to talk to you. Your ugly hair and stupid face," The girl taunts as she laughs at Martha.

Martha tears up and starts to cry. Her father loved her hair and her face. The insult had stabbed her in the heart. Martha wipes off her tears and runs away towards a corner. The teacher soon starts class.

Martha took a seat in the back if the class not bothering to argue with the girl. So much for thinking that the girl would be her best friend. The girl looks at Martha walk away as guilt starts to eat her up. She didn't mean to say anything wrong or make her cry. This wasn't how she wanted to start school.

The teacher gleefully starts up class and teaches up until lunchtime. When lunchtime came around, the teacher dismissed the students to the cafeteria for a 30 minute lunch period. Martha sits alone.

The girl who was rude to Martha stares at Martha as she approaches her with a bowl in hand. She sits down with a solemn look on her face.

"What do you want?" Martha said with hostility. Her guard is up.

"I want to apologize. I crossed the line," The girl said as she looks down at her feet, ashamed of what she has done.

"What's the ice cream for?" Martha said eying the sweet treat suspiciously.

"You always have to forgive someone if they give you ice cream, right?" The girl said smiling softly. Martha ignores the girls statement and chose not to respond. She took it as a sign to leave, and then Martha sat staring at the peace offering. After a little bit of contemplating, Martha ate the ice cream.

After lunch recess came around. Martha looks around the playground and sees all the other kids laughing and playing with friends.

"STOP IT! Get away from me!" A familiar voice yells. Martha whipped her head to look at the source of the voice and sees the girl. A boy is in front of her trying to kiss her. Martha hesitates for a second and then marches over.

"Stop!" The girl yells at him.

"Who's gonna make me?" The boy taunts.

"Me," Martha said as she knees him in the balls. He fell to the ground groaning.

"Thank you," The girl said as she looks at Martha in awe.

"No problem. No hard feelings?" Martha asked referring to their problems of that morning.

"Of course not," The girl smiles.

"Great, I'm Martha by the way," Martha said as she stuck her hand out.

"And I'm Betty," The girl, Betty, said as she accepts Martha's handshake.

"Friends?" Martha asks.

"Best friends," Betty said grinning. Martha smiles back. Her feeling from when she first laid eyes on the girl were right. They would be best friends.