I met my best friend in a...interesting way. It was around 6th grade in grade school and two new male students joined my class. I tend to stick with my already made friends so never talked to either of them. 2 weeks in the classroom was all that was needed to make the class hate them both deeply. Their names were Connor and Brandon. One day while on the playground the whistle to line up for lunch time went off. So all the kids ran to their respected lines and waited. Of course everybody tried to be first to get to the food faster. I was at the front of the line since I was sitting there the whole time reading. I stood up and waited. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. I didn't realize that the two new kids ran behind me while I turned around. When I face forward again they both had cut me in line. Well my younger self was more forward and I decided to tap their shoulders. Connor turned around and said "what?!" Loud and very rude to me. I told him that I was in front of both of them and tried to walk in front of them. When I was at Connors side he grabbed the hood of my jacket and pushed me forward. I fell to the ground and even damaged the library book that I was reading. I got up and probably did the dumbest thing that someone could do in a situation like this. I pushed Connor back and Brandon caught him. Connor proceeded to push me even harder on the ground and I ended up getting a gash in my arm from the second fall.
After I went to the nurse and got it disinfected (I fell on a black top) I came late to the lunchroom and sat down to eat. I was at the corner table by myself since all my friends were sitting with others and I didn't feel like talking to anyone after getting hurt. Connor came over and sat down next to me. He started to make fun of me and poke at my arm. It hurt and I tried to ignore him as best I could. Eventually he started to eat my lunch without permission. That was the final straw and I picked up my plastic spork and rammed it into his hand HARD. I felt bad and was amazed by how much blood started to come out of his hand. He didn't say anything or do anything except ran out of the cafeteria. I never got in trouble since Connor never told anybody about it.
The very next day he found me reading in the shade of a tree and got in my face again. Although he wasn't mad. He seemed proud of me. He told me that he respected me for standing up to his bullying ways and wanted to play basket ball with me. I declined, but said thank you anyway. From the point on he introduced me to the more rougher kids and they all liked the silent shy girl.
Of course nothing like that will ever happen again, but my first best friend was a memorable one.