My friends and I are a ball of sunshine; a wave of laughter is heard when we come your way. My friends and I smile as hard as we can when we are together, our smiles light the whole town up. Our friendship is a tree; held by its roots it’ll forever stay. Even when the branches are bending, they’ll never break. Our memories create us to laugh, laugh so loud everyone in town believes we are on an amusement park. Although we have our days, feeling as if our friendship is a sinking ship, we know we will find our way through the storm and make it back safety. Feeling so distant that you forget that they’re even there, you know in the back of your head if you ask them for a favour they will be running to your house faster than Usain Bolt. Our friendship are fingerprints, there will never be a friend group that I will choose over them. This friendship is not a dandelion, one that will only be there for a while until you decide to take them all off. This friendship is rarer and purer than any type of flower you have ever seen, a friendship that has the ability to make a four-leaf clover wish to be rarer.