Sisters of the Soul

Courtney - St. Louis, Missouri
Entered on December 19, 2008

I believe in the power of friendship. My friends are a part of me. I couldn’t live without a piece of them.

In my high school, they’re all kinds of cliques. Jocks. Skaters. Druggies. Emos. Preps. And then there’s me.

My group of friends is not your typical clique. We’re all special and different in our own ways. There are four of us total. Together, we call ourselves the “Las Amigas de Alma.” We are the sisters of the soul. Or more commonly called the ADAs for short. To keep our identities a secret, we have our nicknames.

Jasmine Dawn- The Asian. At least that’s what we all call her. She’s smart, independent, and always likes to be in charge. No one messes with the ADAs when she’s around. She’s small but mighty.

Lotus & Lilac- The Jamaican. She’s shy, quiet spoken, loves video games and candy. She’s the youngest of the group but that’s overlooked because she’s the tallest.

Chubanana- The most random person on the face of the earth. At least in my opinion. She’s the band kid that loves to be crazy and spontaneous. She brings the fun in the group.

Sunshine- That’s me. I guess I would be the blonde of the group. Reason being they call me that all the time. However, I would say I’m the one that the girls go to when they need advice. Especially boy advice.

At the beginning of our high school experience, we grew into even deeper friends, and ultimately sisters. However, even though we were so close, we knew the challenges that high school brought. New clubs, new boyfriends, new friends… point being it would be very hard for the the ADAs to stay together. Especially with all of our busy schedules.

That’s how the ADA notebook was formed.

The notebook took a part of each of us and combined it together to form one. Since we didn’t get to see each other every day anymore, the notebook was what kept us together for awhile. The notebook was passed around from girl to girl and each entry was different. Once, I even put a piece of Iowa in the notebook. No, not dirt. But I did put grass from an Iowa field in. Taping it in the notebook wasn’t easy. Whenever I got the notebook, it traveled with me where ever I went. It’s safe to say that the notebook has been in a few states.

After almost a year of passing the notebook around, the first is almost filled. After this one, there will be many more notebooks to come.