Descriptive Essay About Friends

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.

My cousin, Deja Hiserote, is my best friend; she lives down the road from me in Red Scaffold, which is in the middle of nowhere. The town where I go to school and where all my other friends, Dupree, is nearly fifty miles from my house. To get to Red Scaffold, you have to go down south of Dupree on Cherry Creek Road; about halfway to Red Scaffold the road begins to curve first one way and then the other and you have to be very careful because it is a gravel road and you might find yourself in the ditch. Last November when it cold and there was nothing to do, Deja and I decided to go for a drive. We decided to go to Dupree because we intended to hang out with more of our friends.

There are a lot of important things in life. However, one of the most important things for people to survive in this world is friendship. Without friendship, people can die of loneliness. What do you think about your friends? Do you like your friends? There are a lot of different types of friends. There are friends that I like and some friends with whom I do not get along. Friends with positive characteristics such as reliable, trustworthy and faithful whom I usually get along with are the one that tend to have more friends and the negative one whom I usually not get along with tend to be alone. However, friends with negative characteristic can also give us some good examples of seeing double sides of something, like, a character can be

Through my experiences I have come to realize that there are basically three types of friends a person can have. There are friends that I call “sometimes” friends, these people appear to be your friend but only when you are face to face with them, and when you are not around them they act more like a foe. They are often referred to as two faced or a back stabber. These types of friends are not very reliable nor should they be trusted. Another type of friend a person can have, and the best kind, is a “true” friend. A true friend is someone you know you can always trust and rely on no matter what. The last type of friend is the “acquaintance”. These are the type of friends that you do not necessarily hate, but at the same time you do

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

My palms are sweating as my brain drifts off from the algebra problem. Anxiously, I begin to scribble down a rhyme in the back of my worn-out workbook, releasing the inner anguished poet found deep within.

We had been friends for as long as I could remember. Her parents had adopted her from Ethiopia, and very soon after she arrived we had become friends. We spent 18 years together and became closer than our own siblings had been to us. Our houses were a door down from each other, and we were the type of friends who were constantly walking in unannounced.

When I was young, I didn’t have many friends. Now, at the age of twelve I was not quite a social pariah, as I had three great friends that were bound to me by the virtue of meeting at an early age. To be truthful, I don’t quite remember just how we became friends, just that we did. We somehow carved a friendship by means that are lost to the mists of time. In my youth, while I was not, as I mentioned earlier, a popular fellow, my three friends and I managed to create our own niche, our own little group that could become our refuge, our own world where we could be each other’s strength, entertainment, support in school, and eventually life itself.

“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.”

“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.

I have great friends! They would never make me do anything I wasn’t comfortable doing. They are the greatest, at least that’s what you keep telling yourself when you find yourself in yet another sticky situation it seems they got you into. They are throwing a party and of course invited you, so you went and were expecting it to be a small party not a lot of people and more of a low-key relaxed night. However, when you arrive to the party there are many cars parked on the street many of which you do not recognize. So there are a few more cars than you though, so what? When you enter your friend's house you are greeted by a few of your friends. They are clumsy and slurring words, obviously drunk. They take you inside and insist you have a drink. They even start preparing one for you even though you already declined politely and have told them before you have no interest in drinking alcohol. They tell you that you have to in order to stay at the party and be their friend. These are your closest friends and you don’t want to loose them, however you know if you get caught drinking under age it will ruin your chances at college sports and even a college education. Also your parents will definitely not be happy. What do you do? Choose your friends over your parents and future, or choose your family and future over you so called friends? You choose the latter.

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.

Friendship is weird. You select random strangers who have similar personality traits as you and then give them affection and plan activities and spend time with them. Assuming you have a specific person in mind, think back to when you weren’t friends yet. If you were to never cross paths ,where would you be? I tend to think about this question a lot, and I have concluded that my life has been affected in a way I will never really know why or how, but it all started with my next door neighbor.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

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.