The little green leaves defined against my palm, today I still wonder how a four-leaf clover could’ve brought such friendship and anger.In kindergarten, I had been the new kid in school all the others having gone to this school since preschool. I always spent the recesses looking for the plant that my grandma had said would bring you good luck forever. I had mentioned the lucky plant idea to a few kids and now they were copying me, but I didn’t want anything to do with copycats. My hand suddenly found what I had been searching for, simultaneously another hand did too. “Let go, it’s mine!” we shrieked at each other. After a major battle over the clover, we decided to share it.
That day and for eleven years, Lizzie was my best friend. At age 16, we centered mainly on boys and shopping. Recently we had both liked this one guy without the other knowing it. I’m not as social as Lizzie so it was really was hard for me to go up to him and ask, “Hey you’re in my world history class, would you like to hang out some time this weekend?” He said, “Sure that’d be cool, Saturday at seven?” My weekend went by smoothly, with my date being really cool. I spilled all the details the following Monday morning to Lizzie. She gave me queer looks throughout the story and finally broke to me that she had been out with him on Sunday!
“I don’t believe you Jane how could you ask him out when you knew I liked him?” screamed Lizzie. “I didn’t know you liked him! I never would have gone near him!” I yelled.
She said, “You’re just jealous that he is just one more guy you’ll never have.You are so shy and never stand up for yourself, like with the clover, the shoes, and the guys that made fun of you in first grade.”
“I found that clover in the first place and had the idea of looking for it in the first place, you barged in and had to take it,” I said.
Lizzie started screaming at me about how she was always nice to me and started cussing at me. “You crusty bag of slimy snake innards, I wish we had never been friends in the first place,” I screamed at her. “I hate you and never want to see you in my line of vision again!” Lizzie yelled at me. With hatred throbbing in our heads, we both stormed off and never talked to each other again. The little four-leaf clover I found recently brought back all those memories from my adolescence.
