Descriptive Essay About My Best Friend

I attended Mokler Elementary School for Kindergarten until Second grade. In First grade, I met my best friend, Kenneth. I was never really into sports during school, so Kenneth and I usually walked around the playground talking about random stuff. One day we are talking about third grade, the next we are talking about pencils and which

She giggled. “I know he likes me. I wish he would just ask me out alread-”

When I started school in Poplar Bluff I didn’t know anyone. It was close to the end of the school year so I didn’t have much time to make any friends. When school ended, summer went by fast and I went into first grade. It was scary! I was shy and still didn’t have any friends. Near the middle of the school year my class got to make JELL-O! It was blue, and we had to put goldfish in it. It was like the ocean with fish in it. I was the first to help my teacher, Mrs. Webb, because I was the quietest. My only

It all began in Mr.Osborne's fourth grade class. My friend group at the time was Emma, Grace, Cami, Chloe, and Sarah. Prior to fourth grade, we were all just innocent little girls playing on the playground

Time passed and it was eventually the last week of school. By this time I knew everyone in my class and made some good friends. It was field day, and I was partners with Emma in every activity I signed up for that required two people. Emma and I won in almost every category that we were in. I still remember us jumping up and down in happiness because of it.

My first year of elementary school I was five years old. When I started school I only had two friends who came to Chocachatti with me from polka dots. Aaron and Juaquin were the two. They were brothers who went to my preschool. My kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Jeffcoe. She was a tall woman with brown hair and she wore glasses. We did lots of playing and basic addition. We also learned basic spelling. In kindergarten I had two best friends Anthony Longo and Leaf Germaine. Anthony was short and skinny, and leaf was average and broad. My school had a playground only for the kindergarteners to

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

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

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.

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.

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.

New neighbors just moved into a newly developed area two doors down from us. One of the neighbors, who was about my age, was named Haley. My mom, having no friends in the area, had her mind set on making friends with that person.

Monday morning finally rolls around and I finally get to see Rich, while the both of us are sober, and tell him how amazing he did. I pack my bag and head out the door, after feeding Ice, my pup, first. I drive to school and find a spot fairly easily, which is highly unusual to find one this late. Anyways, I head inside and search for my boyfriend. He’s standing by my locker with a couple of his friend, more specifically, the ones he played with on Friday night. I walk up and tuck myself under his arm.

Bright lights and holding poses we smiled even bigger for the camera. This day was really important to me because I learned the importance of everlasting friendship. We were all tired, but we wouldn 't stop until we got the perfect picture. We took both videos and photos and hunted for the best spots in the yard. Even after sweating in the Indiana sun beating down on us, we still worked. Hours of editing and work gone into these photos and we finally picked 10 out of the hundreds. I might not have an Instagram yet, but soon I 'll have a few good pictures to start.