Descriptive Essay About Best Friend

Tyler Anthony Novojoski sounds just like an everyday regular guy. He may not be your favorite celebrity, best friend, or even your family, but he is one really amazing guy. I know what you're probably thinking how can you even have true love or even care about someone you don’t know. Simple, you just sit back grab a bowl of popcorn and let me tell you about Tyler, and I can promise you will wish he was a part of your life somehow. I met Tyler back on a spooky, cold, and dark Halloween night, the year two thousand fourteen. That day I met him left an everlasting impact on my life that is how truly amazing he is. Before we met I was just hanging out with my friend Autumn and she knew I was going to be starting at Panera bread. She decided to text Tyler and his friend Brandon to come pick us up and hangout. In my head I was super excited at least we wouldn't be just sitting around anymore. They finally reached my house, Tyler was driving an older white Jeep Cherokee with red swirls on the side. We got into the car and, the first thing I smelled was a strong whiff of men cologne. Tyler and Brandon turned around to introduce themselves to me. When I looked at Tyler in the eyes my heart stopped, I got butterflies. I couldn't help but keep thinking how crazy cute he was. After we all were introduced we drove around for awhile and just talked and got to know each other.

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.

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.

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 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

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.

Have you ever had a best friend move away? Me and Emma had been best friends for 2 years. She was like a walking joke book because she was so funny, probably the next Albert Einstein because she is so smart, and the nicest person you would ever meet. We've lived in the same neighborhood for 3 years, but we became best friends 1 year later.

It’s been a long year. Too much of the past has been difficult to deal with. I’m sure it’s unhealthy dwelling too much on the memories. Perhaps it is time to start over and embrace the beauty in little things. There was too much heartbreak and loss; sometimes I don’t even know how I survived. There were days when it was too hard to breathe, and too easy to cry. Along the way I lost friends, and loved ones suffered from medical issues. But the basis of most of my pain was a boy. Perhaps it’s not surprising, but the same man who became my best friend in my time of need is also the one who broke my heart.

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.

It’s been one year, can you even believe it? Time really does fly when you’re having fun, and my life with you in it has been nothing short of fun. There are so many things I want to say, but not enough words to express the appreciation I have for you. We’ve been through a lot in this past year. We have enjoyed the ups and endured the downs, but the greatest part of it all is we did it together. We both know our friendship is more than any other friendship you see in the world. Ours is truly special. We are not just best friends, we are sisters. I remember when we were just starting out in this amazing journey how I was insecure and afraid that our friendship would end up like my other past friendships. Me getting left. It never failed you were always there to reassure me I had nothing to worry about. We are sisters, and I’ll never forget the moment where you explained to me what that meant to you. You said this,

I have a friend named Stacey. She is one of the kindest persons I have ever known. Moreover, she is generous, patient and possesses a magnificent sense of humor. 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. 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.

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.

I always remember her as my best friend. The girl that would run through the woods with me, whether the day was scorching hot or the ground was frozen under our feet. Building forts with the dried sticks of juniper trees, or hiking around on the 9+ acres of my family land. I can remember how the grass would blow in the middle of a hot day and make the golden grass blow around. The way it would make the grass bow over, and the rustling of the leaves and the way they sounded as they rubbed together. We would do everything with each other. She was the brunet that ever blond friend wishes they had. Her, her brothers and I would spend hours on top of hours outside, or finding some river to swim in.

There is always that one person that you have that knows all of your secrets, shares all of your jokes, listens to all of your gossip and is simply someone you can call your best friend. I live with that person, or at least I used to. Her name is Allison, my sister and my best friend. Looking back at every single memory I have, she is there in some form or fashion. She is there holding my hand my first day of preschool, wearing the same jean jacket as I because our mom loved it when we matched. She is there on the basketball court with me during my very first game, helping calm my nerves and stop my shaking. She is there holding me while I cry over my first heartbreak, reassuring me that things will get better. Even after she graduated, leaving me in high school alone, she is still there. She is at every game cheering me on from the stands and is always willing to help me with things such as homework or listen to my constant rants about teachers.

Asiah is one of my best friends she has brown hair, brown eyes, she's tall, and really kind and funny. The reason why I think she's funny is because one day all she did was just played pranks on me. She started out by just scaring me for no reason I just started laughing really loud. Asiah always liked joking around and being silly that’s how she always is. I remember one time she just gets up on the table and started dancing when we were listening to music in her kitchen it was hilarious. The best part was that she almost fell off the table onto me but I moved out of the way in time. We always play fight in her room when we get bored and have nothing to do. The first time I went to her house we jumped out of a window but it wasn’t that