Dear Best Friend
Ah, the letter to the best friend. If I had to say, my best friend would have to be Mr. Lam Tran.
From start to finish, Lam is a great guy (no homo). He’s always got my back and he treats me like family. Trustworthy would be quite the understatement for him. Not to mention his uncanny ability to laugh uncontrollably for ample amounts of time.
I met this funny guy in 6th grade, we had the same math class together (math was split into 3 sections instead of it being at homeroom). Freaking Ms. Monge, that bitch was mean. D: I remember him always being picked on because at the time, he looked like a kid you wanted to pick on. He pretty much had the label, “Pick on me!” on his forehead. I swear, at times I wanted to pick on him too. But overall, we didn’t get to know each other very well in 6th grade, I would have to say we were acquaintances back then.
Now, everything changed when I hit 8th grade. 1st period Mrs. Aragon for Algebra 1 Advanced, with Lam on my left and Andy Ngo on my right. I distinctly recall that Andy and Lam had an on-going verbal feud between each other and it was absolutely hilarious to be in the middle for once. They would go back and forth , “Fucking communist!” and “Shut up, you small penis!” Anyway, back to Lam. During this time in my life, I was supremely disorganized and had a terrible sense of finding things, which leads to the series of me losing my pencils every single day. And who did I rely on everyday for a pencil? Well, you can only guess. Mr. Lam! His mom works at a company and although I have no idea what her actual career is, she gets free pencils. For a while, every day was ,”Shit, I lost my pencil. Lam, can I borrow a pencil?” And everyday he would go, “Sure.” *hands me a pencil*. I swear in that year alone I probably went through 40 or maybe even 50+ pencils of his.
Moving on, after we entered high school, I was determined to join my brother’s Martial Arts Club and Lam decided to join with me, since he practiced Martial Arts as well. We grew closer and closer as practices went by, and now he and I run the Martial Arts Club as Pres. and VP.
Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without this funny guy.
Lam, this was supposed to be for a best friend and even though you are my best friend, I consider you more of a brother than I do a friend. You make me realize almost everyday that generosity is not something to be taken advantage of and I will do my best to repay you for everything you’ve done for me over the years that we’ve known each other. I hope that we will continue to keep in touch even after high school is over.
P.S. Fuck the haters. 
Aww