Descriptive Essay About Friends

There i was sitting on the tree sleeping, I didn't even know how I fell asleep all I knew was it wasn't going to be good for me . I woke up, then at that moment my leg slipped I looked down and there was the ground coming at me, super fast then before I could react I hit the ground. The fall might of bruised my ribs because they were in pain. At that moment I wondered where my grandparents were. I decided to go back on the trail and try to find them. I ran as fast as I could sprinting up the trail taking short cuts on the trail trying to catch up when I finally got out of breath I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was lost. I sat down thinking,‘this is it. You really messed this up.Gosh why was I so stupid’? I don't hear anything except the birds chirping loudly and the wind blowing through the trees, then at that moment

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

I feel a vibration in my pocket, I check my phone and I’m surprised to get an invitation from Rod, my ex-bestfriend. I haven’t hung out with this group for years, but I decide to attend and maybe reconnect with them. I walk into the door, and I’m greeted with a big smile from “friends” that I haven’t really talked to in years. As we watch the UCLA football game, and more people walk into the house, I start to greet them cautiously. “Hey jeet,” said one of them as they walked through the door. Baljeet was a name given to me on the last day of elementary school, and that nickname brought up some bad memories. But after years of ridicule, I learned to just ignore it. Rod turns on the Xbox, like he would any other night of the week, and my friends start playing NBA 2k18. As I sit on the couch in the back of the room silently, I start to think why I’m here and what happened to my relationship with Rod over the years.

Midday, Monday, April 2, 2012, was no ordinary day for me as it marked a new beginning of life in South Florida. As I stood in the cold gray metal chamber as the gray steel door began to open, a well-dressed, and groomed man stood in the center of the barren corridor of the central jail in downtown Fort Lauderdale. Mike Fine, the owner of the Primary Purpose Sober House, remained motionless as I began to walk towards him, carrying only a brown paper bag filled with my personal effects. Since this moment Mike opened his arms to give me the tremendous embrace of my life, it was the start of a friendship that would inspire change in all areas of my life.

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

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.

What started as a beautiful, sunny May afternoon, turned into a gloomy, tear-filled May evening. What do you do when your friendship with someone suddenly fails? I’ll tell you what; you talk through the problems until you find a solution. I had been friends with ______ for about a year and our friendship was pleasant until May. All of the sudden, we started arguing and not seeing eye-to-eye on simple topics, such as making plans, choosing a movie, etc. I am not saying everyone has the same opinion on those topics, but I was sick of feeling like I could not voice my own opinion and I sought to change that. ____ and I faked a friendship for the sake of our mutual friends. Our most recent argument, in person, over the Patriots pushed me over the edge. Having lived in Colorado while growing up, my family and I are Broncos fans, so I do not fully understand the love for the Patriots everyone has here. _____ is a huge Patriots fan and one night all our friends and us were watching the game that was on. I decided to comment on Tom Brady and in return he cursed at me saying to take that back and got very upset at me. That night, I texted him saying we needed to talk as I could no longer give him the benefit of the doubt of him having a bad day or me being in a bad mood. We fought over text for three days and no longer spoke to each other during this time. That is when things became difficult; some friends chose sides and others remained impartial. The friends who stayed out of our

“What are friends for?” that phrase keep repeating as my classmates utter these words. I hear it almost every time, am I happy about it? It just seems like I am ‘forced’ to do what my classmates pleased. “What if you do not want to?” that other thought keep repeating as well but sadly no words can express them. In the end, I pick up the load and do the work. Yes, I am held and tied to the wall. What should I do about this? Are they my friends — real friends?

“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.”

I lived life a very long time before I met Oren Crafts. I don’t know the precise moment we became friends, but, surely, it is something I consider him. The story of how he became my life-line actually happened fairly recently. It was a mild, summer late-night when I received a text from him saying he needed to talk. I’m not sure what topic kept him up this long and troubled him so much that he needed my help, but I hopped in my truck anyway and drove to his house. Contrary to what you might expect, he was helping me more this night than I was helping him.

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.

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.

Have you ever been talented at something, enjoyed doing it and then witness someone else blow you out of the water? I know. That fascinating and frustrating feeling you get when experience someone completely beat you at your own game or is it just me that feels that way? Though it doesn’t sting as much when you witness that person pour countless hours, days, weeks, months, and years into perfecting Their passion and yet, even so, they still feel the need to put in more time and effort into it. That, my friend, is an obsession.

After being taken back to the unit, the kids were at lunch, so I felt relieved. If you haven’t realized by now, my relief is always temporary. I was strip searched and taken off all of my medications that eased me due to doctor’s orders, he wanted me on a clean slate. I sat in an all white room with blinding blue chairs that were drilled into the ground, a television behind plexus-glass, and a table built onto the wall. I didn’t know when I had first arrived this room would become familiar and a part of my everyday life. My roommate became my best friend. She held me when I cried, played with my hair, and told me how wonderful I was. I didn’t the same for her: when she would have a break down in our bathroom, I went in, turned the light off, held her, and she would cry her heart out. She wasn’t like that though, she was such an aggressive and angry person, but to me, she was the sweetheart who loved to splatter paint on a blank canvas, create a masterpiece in her journal, and that had an odd obsession with fuzzy socks. She was stunning. Her milky way, caramel colored skin that was soft to the touch always glowed. She has these drop-dead gorgeous eyes that were an odd brown, that looked green in the lighting, but in the center she had red bursting out like fire into the cool, muddy waves. Her hair was a curly, beautiful disaster. I loved waking up to her wet head and it took her twenty minutes to get it styled, even if it was just a pony-tail. She also had this great