Yeah, We're fucking retards, but it's not like we give a flying fuck. Our names are Jillian Moffitt and Leanne Vandenberg. We are totally opposite yet so similar its funny. It all began in band class three years ago. I remember Mr. Eggan going on and on about how band was serious and if you weren't serious about it, to leave and all this shit. I didn't have a clue in the world how to play clairnet, and I was kind of nervous. I remember this one chick, always asking me how to play the notes. Not that I really was an expert but I guess I just caught on faster. Anyway this girl, Jill Moffitt, had the hardest fucking time remembering my name. "Your names uhhh...Leanne right?" Yeah Jill, once again, it is. Man those were some good times. It eventually got to the point where all I had to do, was look at Leanne, and she would tell me the notes. It was great. Yeah, Mr. Eggan's always going to remember us. We were probably the loudest people in the whole class. Then the whole name forgetting thing came back. But I realized hey that band girl is in my PE class. So once again, "Leanne's your name right?" Yeah, Jill... My name IS LEANNE... Right.. I knew that... Your in my Band class... PE and Band were the only two classes we shared together in grade 7. Yet somehow, we managed to become pretty good friends. Maybe it was because we didn't pay attention in band class, and sat on our asses in PE so we had a lot of time to talk and get to know each other. Ahh those were the days... I don't remember much of that summer, I don't even think Jill & I kept in touch. I think we pretty much just forgot about each other, but then, next september came around, and yet again, my band mate was there... This time was different. She knew my name, and I wasn't playing clairinet anymore. I was playing alto sax, so poor little Jill had to learn on her own. Damn those were the worst days...ever... Hahaha.. Anyway, Grade 8 we only shared one class, which was band. It was funny though, we hung out a bit more... The good ol bench boys... That summer we kind of kept in touch, but not really as a lot was going on. Jill was gone to Edmonton most of the summer, and Leanne's parents split up. That is when Leanne phoned Jill and they started keeping touch. That's also when Leanne opened her mouth saying she was having a Smoke. Jill FREAKED... Then I said OMG Me TOO! When did you start smoking??? Smoking is bad!!! That was just too funny. I don't think anybody could possibly understand... That's a conversation I am NEVER going to forget. Grade Nine, We were never not together. We had our fights and our arguements but that only brought us closer together. It was funny because we usually joked about how we are the popular snobby bitches who are too good for everybody else, considering it was just us two walking around the halls, or smoking at Leanne's house on our lunch break. Or possibly watching Leanne's sexy neighbor wash his truck at lunch, while having a smoke. Anyway that brings us to now. Summer of grade 9. Next year we are going to be in grade 10. We've known each other three years now, we've been through hell and back but yet we still remind the best of friends.

Yours Truly,
Jill & Leanne