As the sun comes up, I am laying in my bed. Whimpering. Wishing I would not have to leave. As I lay down, I wonder “What about my friends?” What will I do without them? They guide me through my life. They help me stand when I am weak. They help me go through times when I am wounded. They help me believe that I can do it. If I move to Paris, I will be swept of my love from my friends. My mother says “You will find other friends in Paris.” That is true but I will never find friends like them. They are amazing.