An Encounter With An Old Friend

Back in third grade, I had a really good friend named Rosa. She had just moved to Denmark from Portugal, but spoke Danish very well. We didn't really talk the first couple of weeks she was in my class, but afterwards, we became best friends. We had a lot of fun doing silly, silly things (and doing pranks on out sisters, hehe). But at the end of that semester, I decided to change school. We were 29 students in our class and I didn't learn anything. On my last on my old school, Rosa didn't show up. And I guess we just forgot about eachother, even though we live very close to eachother. Then, 5 years later, she sent me a friendrequest on Facebook, and of course I accepted it. We spoke to eachother on chat, and decided to meet eachother someday soon. Then yesterday afternoon, where I was laying in my bed at 3 pm in my very messy room (it's vacation, it's legal to be lazy, hehe) my evil stepmother shouted my name down from downstairs in the livingroom. I ignored her, and fell a sleep again. A couple of minutes later, I heard some knocking on my door, and Rosa came into my room. It was pretty embarrasing and really awkward at first, but Rosa was exactly as I remembered her; nice, open and very talk unbiased. I apologized about my very messy room, but she said it was exactly the same with her (thank god!) We talked for many hours (and I stood out of bed and changed into some real clothes), we had a lot to keep up on and we decided to meet again soon. It's nice with a change sometimes... :)