Best Friend Story

At the end of my first grade year, I moved away from the small, rural town near Vienna where I had lived since I was born. On my first day of school at Lincoln Elementary, I quickly made friends with two girls in my class named Pam and Kelly. Pam and Kelly introduced me to their group of friends that were all in our second grade class. For the rest of the school year, this group of friends was who I played on the playground with everyday and talked to in the classroom. After a great first year of school in Marion, the time came for my third grade year. Every year at Lincoln, there is a day that is close to the beginning of the school year where the students can come to the school to meet their new teacher and look at the class list to see which of their friends is in their class. On that morning, I went to Lincoln to find out who my new teacher was. To my dismay, I found out that all of my friends from second grade had a different teacher than I did. After finding out that I was not in class with any of my friends, I knew that I would have to find a new friend to talk to in my third grade class in addition to having all of my friends from second grade. At the beginning of my third grade year, I hung out with two friends I met named Phyllis and Erin. As the year progressed, I started to hang out with Angela who would soon become one of my best

She giggled. “I know he likes me. I wish he would just ask me out alread-”

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.

Before I begin to write, I want to apologize in advance just in case I seem a bit disorganized. I’ve wanted to write about my Grandma for awhile now and I even mentioned about doing an article on her about month or two ago on Facebook. Writing about her has been a rather difficult task, due to trying to find the right words that I know I won’t find. I’d also like to clarify that the reason I want to write is not that I want to pay tribute and write such a meaningful and touching post others can relate to, I simply want to do it for me.

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

I remember how I felt that day, It's a feeling that continuously haunts me and no matter how hard I try to forget it always finds its way back into my mind. It's a mixture of hurt and anger because I never thought that someone so close could spread such a rumor. I would never do anything to hurt anyone, especially try to take my closest friends fiancé for myself. The reason for which she assumed that I was capable of doing that, is a puzzle that I am yet to solve. As despicable as this may seem, however, I am very thankful for this event, for her assumption has taught me a very valuable lesson.

When I asked Steve about how growing up between 1961 and 2016 has influenced him, he talked about the technological changes throughout his life. He stated, “In my earlier days, life was so much easier. There weren’t as many computers and we just played outside a lot… It was a simpler time.” Steve talked about how life was not so complex in his younger days.

Until, it was work time. We were assigned to work on one of those beginning of the year projects that teachers used at open house. As I was working, I needed help. Instead of opting to ask Ms. Naz I chose to ask a girl I was sitting by. She had short, blond hair that cut off at her shoulders and a petite frame. “Hi, I’m Sia,” I announced as I walked up to her, “Can you help me with this?” That was how I made one of my first friends in fourth hour. She introduced me to some of her friends, and we all started talking. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after

Back from winter break, the bell fills my ears once again. Back to school. In the hall, an unfamiliar face strikes me; there is a new kid. Little did I know, I was meeting my best friend. Walking over to my locker, located right next to hers, I introduced myself and asked if she’d like to sit with me at lunch. From being friendly to a stranger, just for one day, my life changed forever. Being a sixth grader, I didn’t realize one small thing could amount to so much. Over the years we got closer and our friendship got stronger. From the countless days spent together to the endless nights, no one could ever separate us. Memories formed as the years passed and to this day we still stand side by side. Saying a few words to a new a girl in grade

Being the new kids in a huge school is difficult. Therefore, knowing one friend was helpful. Her name is Rachel. Other than that, I knew five kids who I’ve said about two words to. I actually got lucky having Rachel in my team class, except her homeroom was the other teacher. On the first day of school, I got lost. It wasn’t the best start to the day, so when I walked in the room and saw a familiar face, I smiled.

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.

My mother always told me that there were two or three sides to the story. everybody have their own side I didn't particularly know which one I said it of course I have my own opinion in my own ideas but they just never really match the others in my family my own personal experience would have to involve my dear old friend Sarah.

Today we gather to mourn the death of our beloved friend Edward Honda. To many of us he was a friend and to some a brother and to others a son, but to me he was my best friend we went through so much together and I’m gonna tell you what we did in detail right now. Don’t be alarmed by some of things we did I just want to get this off my chest. It was 1955 I had just spent 12 years in jail and was finally out; and you know who picked me up? It was Edward, he picked me up from prison and brought me to his apartment. This is where things started to go downhill. He told me, “Ay Vito Mi casa tu casa” “Haha I don’t want to be a bother Edward” “It's no problem I’ve got a stable job now” “Good man, I was worried you’d still be in deep.” “I am, I’m just with an organization now.” “What!?, I thought you were getting out.” “No I never said I was done, you did, besides I want you to join me Vito, these are good people.” I respond reluctantly, “Fine” Edward says, “Okay good I’ll take you to them tomorrow.” Fast forward a day and Edward takes me to an old coffee shop on 3rd and 4th. Here I meet Steven Clemente. “I’ve heard good things about you Vito, Edward tells me you're a good man, and he tells me you want into the mafia.” “Yeah…” I say. He says, “Okay well you gotta prove yourself first I need you to head down to the docks, I got a guy who works down there who I lended some money and he hasn’t paid me back yet.” I say, “Okay well what do you want me to do Mr. Clemente?” Steven

I wanted to let you know that I am okay. My world didn’t collapse when you changed you mind. You were probably the first boy I truly ever liked. For some reason, I felt very connected to you, like I could tell you anything and everything and really open up to you which is something that has always been hard for me with anyone, but I took a chance and did it. You were my best friend, and I cared a lot about you, sometimes you said it seemed like I cared to much, but part of me feels as though you just weren’t used to someone truly caring about you. I remember so clearly the first night you told me you liked me. I remember the feeling I got. My heart started to beat fast, I got hot and I couldn’t stop grinning, but there was also doubt and fear. Doubt that a boy like you could like me, and I think that was my first mistake. I remember the fear taking over and thinking that you were going to turn around and say, “just kidding”. I remember that I didn’t know how to respond with all these mixed emotions and thoughts going through my head and heart so I just sat there for like 10 minutes just thinking about what had just happened, and after I collected myself I admitted to you that I had liked you for a while. Than two days later I felt my heart shatter for the first time ever as I sat on my couch. As I sat there I tried to pretend that it didn’t matter to me that you had said “I’m sorry I made a mistake and realize I don’t feel that way about you and I won’t ever let it happen

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside