Descriptive Essay About Friendship

"Life without a friend is like death without a witness." -Spanish Proverb. We all have friends, different people have different tastes and temperaments and hence make different types of friends. They tend to bond with some and stay away from some. With time and growing trust, some people get really close to each other and remain true friends. They stand up for each other in times of need and provide full support when you lose confidence in yourself. However, every friend is not the same type. One might have more close friends than acquiantenaces, while others might have more acquaintenaces than close friends, but either way, majority of people that develop great friendships either   fall into one of the

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.

Imagine your sole confidante, childhood playmate, personal comedian and physiologist disclosing your secrets to a stranger. Unfortunately, this stranger happens to be the person who enforce a form of punishment for the actions that were once a secret. Furthermore, this confidante is considered your friend. Does an instance of this friend disclosing your secret of immoral activities to a person of authority violate the success of the friendship? In fact, this act is not a violation of the laws of friendship. The ideas of friendship are subjective, and thus where you might think your friend’s actions are unjust, your friend is actually looking out for your best interest and security. Also, a good friend would not desire

It all began on the first day of third grade. As the class was waiting in the middle of the empty hallway, she was standing by herself, being the first one in the crowded and unorganized line. Unlike her, I was at the back of the line. A few minutes later, a tall man with shoulder-length, black hair, appears from the end of the hallway, making his way towards us. As he approaches the door, he introduces himself as Mr. Contreras, our third grade teacher. Soon after he opens the door we walk into the classroom and take random seats. The majority of the people sat next to their friends. They all seemed to know one another, then there was us– the new kids, feeling out of place in foreign territory. To my relief, there was an empty seat next to her, that apparently no one was interested in. Without hesitation, that empty seat was taken by me. Soon after we all had taken a seat, Mr. Contreras tells us to find a partner to do a fun activity with.

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

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.

The one thing I always seem to tell myself when it comes to friendship is, never let go of the ones that mean the most to you. My best friend's name is Gracie. I have known her my whole life, literally. We did/do everything together and still continue to be best friends. Friendships are crazy, but you haven’t seen crazy yet.

“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.

My dearest Teekay, I'm going to tell you about how much your friendship means to me. I often tell you that you came in my life when I really needed a friend, however, I never told you why. I keep telling you how I will tell you but never did. Whenever we have a disagreement you always say that I don't trust anything you say about how you feel about me, that I feel every word you write or say to me is a lie. I can't agree in fact I feel its the opposite if you remember when we talk in the past I always comment on how kind you are or I'm happy to have met you, in fact, I say so much stuff I remember when you told me to be careful because people will take my kindness and use it against me. I can't thank you enough Teekay, We might have our disagreements and I'm going, to have to be honest, I don't know how far our friendship will go but I do hope it last for a very long time :)

Casey Moss; it had taken me two years just to remember that name. Casey’s bright and bubbly personality is really hard to forget, but it did take me two years after I met her just to remember her name. The first time I met my best friend Casey was the beginning of sophomore year at El Capitan High School. Both of us had history class together with Mrs.Crooks. One day, Mrs.Crooks gave an assignment that involved each student to pair up with another student. Back then I did not know a single person in that class so I naturally panicked and scanned the room quickly for any person who did not have a partner. Casey was the first and only person I saw that day that seemed just as lonely and panicked as I was to find a partner. At that moment, I had stood up out of my chair and walked toward her. She was wearing the same type of clothes that she would wear today: blue jeans, a simple baggy t-shirt, and some black and white vans. She had porcelain freckled skin with straight chestnut hair that went past her shoulders and down to her back. When I had stopped directly in front of her desk she smelled of grapefruits and orchids from her favorite One Direction perfume called You and I. Her piercing burnt almond eyes stared straight into my soul and I asked her if she wanted to be my partner. Casey thankfully said yes in a soft-spoken tone and we properly introduced ourselves by shaking hands. Her hand felt clammy and her fingernails were chewed. However, from that day on that handshake

It was 12 o'clock at night and for the first time it was quiet, other than police sirens and cars honking at each other it was quiet. I was trying to go to sleep but I couldn’t. So I headed downstairs and grabbed a warm glass of milk to help me sleep. That didn’t do any good so I just went to my computer to see what my friends were doing. (if they were online) So I opened up skype and began to call my friends. Surprisingly they were online.

A good friend is somebody who we tend to get pleasure from disbursement time with; everybody within the world got to have friends because of relationship is vital for the emotional well-being of humans. No man is an island. People need close interaction with others. Through regular interactions, people can make the friends that they need but there's a sure sort of friendship that can in no way beat an everyday one. Friends are too easy to find; however, a best friend is much difficult to find. The quality of friends is one of the most crucial relationships that someone will ever have in lifestyles and the destiny. They have a very positive impact in someone’s life and help shape who a person is to them in so many ways. A best friend will always be there, no matter what happens in days to come. A friend keeps a personal agency; therefore, someone would by no means be by them self in this huge global. Most people have a lot of friends through their entire life. However, it is true to think that a friendship is more important than the family relationship, sometimes friends are the gold and gems of life. Friendship wishes to be loved and increase for many years to tons of care. People come and cross but with clever friends, we need to live our lives and not using trouble at all. For a person to be a friend, they must be trustworthy, supportive, and want the friendship to last.

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

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

When the spring breeze starts to tickle my nose, my heart starts to tickle for the first time. It seems like I have a hay fever in my heart. It is beginning of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other. Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round like as a clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are not working at all. My eye become camera when I see him. I only focused on him, accordingly everyone is blurry except him. His smile for me makes my heart tickle. Naturally, we also start to hang out after school. While I am waiting for him in front of my apartment smelling a fragrant spring breeze I start to concern about him. I could not hide my feeling anymore. I want to say that I like him as much as the size of the galaxy. CLANGING CLANGING, he appeared around the corner riding his bicycle. Bicycle wheels turn fast like as he is in hurry like Eui does. After he saw me he starts to smile at me while shaking hand with one hand that he is not holding a handle. His smile for me makes my heart tickle.