She was the kindest, funniest, loyalist, hardest, person I knew. She was tempestuous and tumultuous, frenetic and frenzied. She laughed like no other and cried just as hard. She was far younger than she'd ever let on, age being just a number. She should have worn a helmet with how long her head stayed up in those clouds.

We grew up together, we had dreams together, we were the best of friends. It was the best of times, it was the end of times, we couldn't wait for it all to be over. We never knew what it would mean until the clock struck twelve. The gun cracked, the bell rang, the timer hit zero, and the finish line awaited. It was the best of times.

Before she was strong, she was weak, before she was hard, she was soft, before she burned hot, she was the coolest there was. Before she was immortal, she was one of us.

Before she was Captain of the Wonderbolts, she was Spitfire.

And she was my best friend.

Rated Teen For:

Sexual themes

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Suggestive Dialogue