Descriptive Essay About A Friend

Heather and Sara sat behind my Grandparents. Papaw was driving with Grandma in the passenger seat, Sierra and I sat in the third row of seats. I remember just how cramped it was we had suitcases on the floorboard in front of us. I had my CD player and headphones, not the small ones either. The children had each brought a pillow and a blanket. I remember how Sierra had eaten leftover chili before we left early that morning, long before the sun broke the horizon. She made the car smell like rotten eggs the whole way to Florida. We had to keep rolling

The leaves detached from the branches of that old lemon tree and followed the wind’s flow. Some of them flew away from the corners of my eyes and some landed right by where I was sitting down; next to the empty road. I was waiting for his arrival, the arrival of the boy I’ve only known for less than a year but quickly left a lingering feeling within me. I considered him my best friend in everyone else’s eyes, but to just me, I knew he was way beyond that level. I sat down by the side of the narrow sidewalk, where we met for the first time. He came to my house for a special group project and brought a tiny but elegant box of chocolates for me and my mom. Of course I’ve seen him at school before, but this is where I first started warming up to him; right in front of my house. I asked him to meet me here so we could go to “the spot” ; today I was going to tell him how quickly my heart beats when I look right into his face, at the extent that it’s hard for me to breath, I had to tell him how much, him not being there ruined my entire day and how every time he hugged me, nasty and cold liquid bullets would run down every inch of my body. Love, or just having a crush, none are a pleasant experiences. Whichever way I chose to tell him, it had to be now or never. It hadn't even been three months since my mother told me we were moving back to Canada, for a new beginning; I had already been decided . But now it was the time to tell him, because soon enough I was going to be up in a

I was a sophomore in High School, Ellen was a freshman and by the beginning of the calendar year, we were wildly popular, it seemed as if every freshman and sophomore on campus knew who we were. We often dressed alike, something we retained from when we were children and our mother clothed us in the same outfits, we teased our hair up in bouffant styles, wore heaps of mascara, and eyeliner artistically drawing little wings in the corner of our eyes. My sister and I were part of the in-crowd and fashionably trendy.

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.

“I-It’s the Key of my mother’s constellation.” I immediately smile at the gift and look at Nathan warmly with tears streaming down my cheeks, “Thank you so much, I absolutely love it.”

Shannon L. Alder says, “Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.” My friend Madison Smith is eighteen years old. She is five feet four inches tall and has light brown eyes. Her soft, dirty blond, wavy hair goes a few inches past her shoulders. She has smooth, fair white skin. Her complexion is perfect with her face free of make-up. The style of her clothing is very modern with her own unique touch. Singing is one activity that she is seen doing often, with her voice being both gentle and strong. Riding horses is another activity she is skillful at. None of these things, however, do I consider important when describing her. Her personality can be summed up in just one word, generous. She gives gifts, advice, encouragement, time, and inspiration without any hesitation.

You know that feeling of contentment and pure delight you get when you’re around a loved one? Well that’s exactly what I feel when I’m around my best friend Karah. She is a Texas native and lived here her whole life, until she moved far, far away. That is when my whole world drastically changed.

“A good friend knows all your best stories; a best friend has lived them with you.” – Anonymous.

Me and my friends Chase and Roselyn. Which are only my real best friends. I am very lucky person to have them. Well we were playing monopoly in my room. I was winning which was all I cared about . My parents were sleeping, they were in a deep sleep. We were hearing clam music that matched the gloomy rain. But something interrupted the peace. A knock in my window and then another one. All of us walked up to the window and wondered what was that all about. Then a light in the mansion,dark and lonely and spooky, the mansion stood there down the street . I said to them “Did you guys see that I know I am not blind”  “ Yeah that makes no sense and it's strange nobody lives there” Chase said. “You are ridiculous, it’s maybe lighting you know that it is raining. Right.” Roselyn said it so confident. Than I said “ Than let's go check if it  just lighting like you said ” I said. I know with my own eyes it wasn’t lighting it was like a ghost figure. It's weird to explain. I wanted to go so bad and live a little and do something scary with my friends for the first time. Roselyn hates scary things. Happy, cheerful Roselyn would never go see a scary movie with me . I see a lot of scary things about the unnatural world so I am used to it. She said ok. “But today isn’t the day that I going to die.”She said.  So we started  to pack our book bags. With flashlights, first aid kit, water, and our phones. I had a special surprise for them. I had brought the ouija board

The past few years, recognizably since I started High School, people started to bring to my attention that I don’t look like much of a friendly person. At first it confused me because I felt as if my intentions were good and my heart was kind, in other words, I was it was in my mind that people saw me as a caring individual. I had hopes that I just naturally came off as someone whom anyone could easily create a friendship with. After thinking on it some I concluded that it was probably because often I tend to be shy when it comes to meeting someone for the first time. Not always was I able to put myself out there and start chatting immediately with just anyone without knowing a thing about them. People would often judge me by how I looked and acted, considering I didn’t speak to everyone initially and I’d isolate myself in some moments, insinuating that I wasn’t someone they would like to converse with at first. Shy people are often viewed as beings who don’t want to associate with others often, however personally I love people in addition I enjoy speaking with most, anyone wanting to have a conversation.

He’s a quite a bit older and wiser than I, despite his arsenal of poor decisions that, miraculously, seem to end in his favor. At a first glance, he appears to be a sheltered, conservative homeschooler, but with a mere second look, it’s clear that he’s an accepting and somewhat reckless leader.

“Are we there yet?” I called from the back of our car, “Not yet bud.” my father yelled over the blasting radio. “Vroom, vroom, vroom.” the engine roared as my dad revved up the car. Every year we get in the car and we head to our cousins house in Utah. I was going to go get some snacks at the gas station. I didn’t even realize how sweaty my hands were until I touched the handle. I swiftly wiped my hands on my shorts and then hopped out of the car into the blazing hot outdoors. “Oh come on” I thought when I landed on the surprisingly hot concrete. I scrambled up and looked around to make sure none saw the embarrassing fall.

We all have at special someone that has always been there for you. Someone who would jump in front of a train for you. Andrew a good friend of mine has always been there for me. He showed me that you are never going to make everyone happy, you can't stretch yourself too thin, and he taught me how to follow my dreams not anyone else's.

“We just need to go into town and ask if there is any near by cliffs.” Then she quickly adds, “Without sounding like we want to jump off it!”

Every year, thousands of my church members travel through the states to gather together. We gather rain or shine in a farmer's field under a couple of enormous beige tents. Locations range from Washington and California to New York and Pennsylvania. The purpose is to come together to fellowship, praise God, and make church-wide decisions. I love being on the meeting grounds because I can feel God's presence, it truly is “wherever three or more are gathered in his name, he is in the midst of them.” Annual Meeting is a highlight of the year to all German Baptists.