A Short Story : The Story Of A Best Friend

I remember it like it was yesterday. My best friend and I, TJ used to always hang out together. We would take walks in the woods, play cars, ride bikes, and sometimes even play hopscotch; things normal kids would do. People thought it was strange to have a boy best friend, but it didn’t matter to me. He was great company on lonely days, and never gossiped about anything. He was the type of friend you could always count on. Little did I know that TJ would soon be gone.

“That the very reason that you shouldn’t. You have been here before so you might be recognized as being connected to Fisk and folk might clam up about things more. Also if word has gotten back here about Fisk and you were known to be with him the night before he died, you might very well find yourself with a belly full of lead or a rope around your neck and I still need you alive. Let me handle this and Ill meet up with you Ok partner?” Ben said and Jeb know deep down that what he was saying was right. They headed off toward their own tasks, each hoping the other would be safe before they reconnected.

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.

Standing atop the ledge of the Golden Gate Bridge is so intimidating. I've stood in this spot countless times, however, I've always wussed out of actually doing the unthinkable. With no one to help this uninteresting high schooler out, this girl doesn’t even have a single friend in this new place. Because all of my technology has been broken in someway, I've not had a chance to talk to my old friends, but it's not like I had numerous friends in my old place. Nevertheless, the one friend I thought I had was Corrine, but she moved on and found other friends after I moved away. So much for best friends forever.

Those who do not betray their countrymen show courage compared to the cowards who do. The short story, “Two Friends,” takes place in Paris during the French-Prussian war. As the story progresses the author Guy de Maupassant, lets the two friends determine their fate. The friends either disclose the password and betray their country, or they get murdered by the Prussians. If the friends choose to save their own lives and give up the password, their country would get attacked from the inside meanwhile trying to survive attacks from the outside. Many countrymen would die and those who survived would be taken prisoner. If the two friends do not disclose the password, they would also not have to deal with the pain of losing family and friends. In addition, they saved their country by not giving the password to the officer. Finally, the two friends would be providing a chance of a life without hunger or fear to the people of France. Therefore, the two friends should not give up the password, even if it means death.

It all started back in April, My friend Chanel began to mess with someone she had no business messing with. From there she knew she shouldn't be messing with this dude once she started to find out more about him. It was all kept from another friend and I because she felt ashamed and embarrassed to tell us. What in your everlasting mind would think this is okay. We didn't end up finding out until about 3 months later.

I was sitting by a small creek thinking. The British people are intruding and I don’t know how to react. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do about it, but I figured nothing was happening to me now, so I could worry about it later. I live in Cherry Valley near a small creek. My best friend is Nadie. Her name means wise, but no offense to her, she isn’t very smart. She’s been 15 since July. I’m Catori. I turn 16 in a month and a half. My name means spirit. A lot of the time I don’t get why it’s my name, but it is.

Jade, Samantha, Mason, and I were walking down Creep Street thinking of a way to get to the next neighborhood in less than fifteen minutes so we could get more Halloween candy. Jade is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Mason and I met each other at school last year while being office assistants. I met Samantha in P.E. at school last year. Out of the three of my friends, I'm closest to Jade because we’ve known each other for a long time.

Growing up on a farm meant that animals have always been part of my life. We had chicken, horses, cows, ducks, cats, and dogs. My favorite was always the horses. The first horse I had was a quarter horse, which is known for their speed and agility (Blocksdorf, Meet the American Quarter Horse). His name is Gus. He was my best friend while growing up. Horses are a great creature and to build a bond with one is something I will always cherish.

“A true friend is someone who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else.”- Len Wein. Ever since the day Tom got in trouble and had to sit by Becky Thatcher, they became best friends, and even claimed they loved each other. One day when Becky and Tom stopped getting along, Becky sought out to find what the other schoolchildren referred to as the teacher’s secret book. To her great delight, she found the book and began flipping through the many pages. However, while hastily flipping through, Becky tore one of the pages. Tom happened to waltz in at just the right moment and witness this fatal act. She fearfully put the book back in its place begging Tom not to tell, and anxiously awaited the moment the teacher would find it. Once he found his book, torn page and all, the teacher began questioning everyone in the school house if they had done it. In a state of pure petrification, Becky knew she could not lie to the teacher even if she tried, and so she awaited her punishment. Astonishingly, however, Tom noticed the fear, and tragedy in Becky’s eyes, and as the school master neared Becky to confront her, Tom rose up and declared that he tore the book, relieving Becky of her dreaded punishment. Everyone who reads this touching tale, wants Becky and Tom to get along, however, some believe Tom should have taken Becky’s punishment, while others believe he should not have. Despite contrary beliefs, Tom

My name is Stella. My parents gave me this name because they thought I would be the light of there lives. They could not have been more wrong.

Did you know that you only need just one friend to make kind of your day, really contrary to popular belief. When I specifically was 14 ½, I met a girl that I have never seen before. We started talking and eventually bonded it was for all intents and purposes weird. I didn’t know what it meant. As we basically grew closer, we started talking about anything and everything. I think I made a really good choice by choosing a friend as good as that in a very major way. I can already for all intents and purposes tell we for the most part are gonna last a sort of long time in life, contrary to popular belief. My best friend particularly makes life for all intents and purposes easier and mostly keeps me out of trouble, or so they kind of thought. It all for the most part started when school literally started back after the summer. I basically got on the bus. On my way to school, I seen this girl sitting on the back of the bus. I kind of noticed that she never was on my bus before. So I particularly decided to specifically go say,” hi.” She literally said ,” hey.” I asked,” are you new here?” She said,”yes.” I said well my name is,” Kenoisha, What’s yours?” She said,”Brianna.” Then we generally started talking about our neighborhood. That we lived in it looked okay from the outside, but don’t let that fool you! In the inside of our neighborhood it”s a hot mess in a major way. We do our best to keep it clean in a big way. After we talked about the neighborhood we particularly begin

“It's fruitcake weather,” as she would say. It's late November, the snow is falling heavily onto the ground. Memories start to come back of all the times I had with my best friend, and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, so happy and excited. Sometimes I sit back and remember all the times we had before they shipped me off to school, and took me away from her. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me away, that she wasn’t raising me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

I have a friend named Stacey, she is the most amazing friend anybody could ask for. We have been through so much together, we are basically sisters. We met on the first day of school in sixth grade, both of us terrified by the massive size of the middle school. When we were in school I fell in front of the entire class everyone laughed but her, instead she helped me up and we have been inseparable ever since. Stacey comes from an educated family, her father is a school principal and her mother is also a teacher, so Stacey is known for being punctual, well-educated, and having good manners. She is a member of her church, she sings in the choir, plays the guitar and teaches Sunday school. On Saturdays, she devotes her time feeding the homeless in downtown Dallas. Stacey is selfless because she adopted three girls and cats so they will have a home. Stacey teaches math at an elementary, in fact, she was presented with an award for being teacher of the year. In spite of these qualities, Stacey says she cannot stop eating junk food. Stacey says she does not have time to cook healthy meals, because she has a busy work schedule. Stacey also says healthy food are too expensive and cannot afford to purchase them. Finally, Stacey says she is not disciplined and it is too hard to stick to a healthy food diet. I have some advice for her.

As I enter the small apartment I call my home, I expect to see my best friend waiting. I lock the cold, silvery lock and start talking to my mom. This was the second time I had actually felt like I lost a part of me. Fourth grade brought some tough times, I had one true friend who died a couple weeks later. He would listen but not answer, hate but not fight, and love without showing it. I will always remember the best friend a person could ever have…