When I was in 3rd grade, there was this short kid named Jed. I knew him since kindergarten, and I liked him. We were all pretty sure that he liked me. Anyways, we were great friends. One day during lunch, he comes up to me and shows me this mini (fake) crystal ball thingy. He let me keep it for a few weeks, until one day he asked it back for just a day. The next day, he walks up to me and says "I let my friend look at the crystal ball thingy, but he threw it in the road and a few cars ran over it. I am so sorry." I just said "well that's a dumb friend. XD it's ok". A few months later, he walks up to me before lunch. "I found this at the bowling alley. You can keep it." And he gives me a ring. Not a fancy Dimond one (no duh he wouldn't, I didn't even care about rings back then), but a worn out man one that was too big for me and still is. I really didn't care about it at the moment, but now it means so much to me. At me end of te school year, he said he is going to be homeschooled but he said he would come back in 5th grade. I said "bye" even though I accually wanted to hug him and cry, but I couldn't. I just remember the last time I saw him, which I thought wasn't the last time. He was standing at the gym door. Saying bye. Then. Walked off to my friends outside ant thought to myself "it's ok, I will see him in a year." In the middle of 4th grade, someone told me that his family is moving to Idaho. I just wanted to cry. He moved, and I haven't seen him ever since we thought we would see each other then. I am still depressed, and I still have his ring. Without that ring, I would just loose myself over him. I miss him. He was my best friend. And still is. I miss you Jed. I miss you. Is I ever want to move to a state, it would be Idaho. It always has been, and always will be.