Story spinner, best friend in the world

As she approached my friends in me, I looked her over. She was the kind of girl that my aunt would call a "Freckle -face cartoon". She had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, freckles everywhere, and about my height, which I tell you, isn't tall at all. This was years ago when I first meet Annie. My 7 year old self at my old house with "The group" or so we called ourselves. Annie had just moved here from Atlanta, GA.

Anyway the girls did not like her. They said she was different, which I really didn't get. They made fun of her because she liked to be barefoot. Well so did I but they never said anything about me. I liked her the first day I met her and knew we were going to be best friends.
We were inseperable. Secret handshakes, slumber parties, playing dolls and dress-up, climbing trees, trying to sell lemonade to raise money to buy dog food for a stray puppy we found. We even had our own secret language. No one understood it and that made it better. My big sister said it sounded like gibberish and that we were dumb.

We always caused trouble though. Something always went wrong. There was even this one time where we were playing soccer in her house and we dropped the mini chandelier in her dining room. She kicked it extra hard in the wrong direction and the ball went soaring over our heads smashing into the light and it came crashing down onto the dining room table. Now that was uncalled for. She was awesome.