Emily Bett Rickards Instagram – Miranda and I met in the era of Lizzy McGuire, Lost and Popular. We ran into one another in a hallway that smelled like seasoning salt French fries, and was lined with wooden lockers that weren’t allowed to be locked. She, with train tracks on her teeth. Me, with bad BAD eyeliner and the both of us with side bangs straightened to early 2000’s perfection. From then on every Friday after school we would stop at the neighbourhood Subway – chicken onion teriyaki – split it, and document the walk home on my very first camera (that would get stolen out of my unlocked locker). If any sandwich remained when we got to one of our houses it was doused in miracle whip before its demolition and jumping on MSN to talk to our ~*crushes*~ Braces, smudge and bangs are gone but we are still going strong. I can’t imagine a world without this woman, she knows me deeply and yet I constantly wonder what it’s like inside her mind. How is it humanly possible to be an excellent athlete, a legit class partner and be the life of the party? How can one person do a keg stand, nurse your dog back to health and take out your kidney when you’re ill? How do we end up meeting the people that talk us off ledges, hold our hair back and inevitably change our lives… Some people are just born to make the world better and Mir is the worlds MVP.