My best friend is Lauren White. She has auburn hair with light blue eyes, and freckles to match. We love to go to the peaceful atmosphere of Books-A-Million and any chaotic concert afterwards that we can find together. We spend hours talking about ourselves and what goes on in our family. We don’t have to text constantly or talk on the phone, but outside of electronical devices, we are joined at the hip. We probably only have a total of ten pictures together, even though we have known each other for countless years, but if I am walking somewhere, people know that Lauren White is never far away. People automatically ask me where Lauren is if I am spotted, because they know I know where she’s located. If one of us attends an event, the other goes too. If one of us does not plan on going to a birthday party or movie, the other does not go either. I honestly don’t remember how we even met to begin with. She has been in my life for as far back as my 16 year old brain can reach, and I don’t remember a time without her by my side. We have reached the point of recycling a birthday card that I do not remember ever giving to her, because we were so young. Our car names correspond, as do our bedrooms. Quite frankly, I cannot imagine an Elizabeth Peterson without a Lauren White. She is a constant in my life, and our friendship remains strong through endless hours of conversation, reading books, and new music to dance to at all the concerts we go to.