Descriptive Essay About My Best Friend

Best friends forever we said. We pinky promised it would be for a lifetime, but I learned that some things change. Faith and I had the average friend relationship when we were younger. We would tell each other secrets, help each other with homework, have slumber parties and play dates, and just be fun kids together. Since we were in preschool, we were always there for each other through the ups and downs of childhood. We loved each other like no other, or so I thought.

“A flower for mummy, a flower for daddy,” a little girl chanted merrily. Petunia was collecting flowers from a garden deep within the confines of the forest. Her eyes remained fixed on her bouquet as the wind blew madly through her brown silky hair. Suddenly, almost like magic, an elderly lady appeared, her face filled with warts and wrinkles.

Camille started her online school. She had seven classes and lunch, which was cooked by her mom. Grandma would come and visit her in her room regularly. Trying to help and talking about the new house. When it was lunch time Camille went downstairs and devoured her instant noodles her mom made. It was really salty and soggy, but it was better than nothing.

Friendship, the act of always trusting, loving, and caring for another soul whether for the lust of not being lonely, or the idea of a good amount of support one gives to another.

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.

Jade, Samantha, Mason, and I were walking down Creep Street thinking of a way to get to the next neighborhood in less than fifteen minutes so we could get more Halloween candy. Jade is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Mason and I met each other at school last year while being office assistants. I met Samantha in P.E. at school last year. Out of the three of my friends, I'm closest to Jade because we’ve known each other for a long time.

I was always scared. My heart would pound and I never prepared for the worse, yet it always came to that. I was only a little girl, and I didn’t deserve this at all, but I still let her walk all over me. Everytime she said or did something that hurt me, I tried even harder to impress her with different and exciting ways, instead of standing up for myself. This was my life around my best friend, until recently. I’m getting ahead of myself, so let me rewind a little bit.

I won’t ever forget the road trips my family and I always took to go see my cousins. I remember the long car rides sitting in my car on my ipod playing games, listening to music, and constantly asking how much time we had left on the road . I hated driving on the road especially since i was squished in the back seat with my brother and we no room at all. When we would first get there it was usually around noon and my cousins were never inside the house. They were always outside hanging out either playing basketball or just hanging out inside on of their friends garage.

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.

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.

Since September 22nd, 1994 Friends has been one of the most popular shows among both old and young viewers. Friends is a TV comedy series that follows a group of best friends living in the Manhattan, New York. Over the course of the series the characters go through all sorts of life events surrounding jobs, family, marriage, and they face it all together. Through all the laughs, cries, fights, and surprises, they not only find themselves but what it means to be a true friend.

It's always been a great feeling to know a lifetime friend will always be there. I found one, and fortunately, it was in my early days.

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.

January 27th, 1923. It’s cold here in the Windy City. I stand outside the Green Mill, a speakeasy, and take a moment to listen to the smooth jazz playing. It isn’t long before my legs start to numb and my teeth chatter. I walk up to the door. A slot slides open in the door and a pair of emotionless eyes meet mine. “Password.” A gruff voice behind the door barks. “Swordfish.” I reply. The door opens and I’m greeted with the rest of the body that the voice belongs to. “Josephine Traver. Well, I hadn’t seen you ‘round here in a long time,” He looks me up and down “you’re lookin’ nice.” Finally I am able to put a name to this familiar face, Buddy. No one knows his last name, at least, no one here at The Green Mill knows. “Nice to see you too,

SCR-EE-CH! There was that eerie noise again. I just had to see what it was. I opened the door and gasped! There was nothing only a portrait of my best friend. I try not to remember him, it's only on certain nights, whenever I’m alone in my room that I remember… It was last year when my friend asked me to stay at his house overnight. He lived in a big, gloomy house far away from the city, and he didn't want to be alone there at night, his parents had gone out that night and wouldn't be back until the next morning. He said we could have a really good time without his parents around, so I decided to stay. We watched TV and ate pizza in the living room until late at night. all a sudden the power went out, we were in total darkness and we got scared, we could only find one candle. We started to go upstairs, then all of a sudden we both ran up the stairs to my friend’s room as if someone was coming up from behind us. After entering the bedroom I slammed the door shut, then we laughed at each other. We lay on the bed talking for a time in the candle’s weak light. When suddenly we thought we heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like somebody was sharpening a knife against a stone, then we heard another sound like someone moving around the house, from one room to another, back and forth, back and forth. We both stopped talking and stared at each other, feeling really scared inside.