They sat in their usual corner, at a table too tiny for the noise made. Internal jokes erupted like fireworks, setting off laughter spikes high in the air.The best clique had seen one another in the muck, in triumph, and in the quiet evenings when words failed; thus, they did not need to pretend.
It was all about faith, not perfection.Minutes later, they might dine together after battling strongly.Although plans didn't always go as hoped, when they were together everything seemed right.
This one, other groups could have more followers, louder voices, or larger celebrations.They had something special: an unbroken friendship that made even the most ordinary day one worth recalling.The best group just acted; they did not try to stand out.
