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Descriptive Essay About My Best Friend

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It all began with a simple phone call one serene night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollers up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” I crawl out of my warm, comfy bed and as my feet reach my fluffy carpet I feel an instant chill go through my body. I think to myself, “This better be important.” The only reason I arise is because it is my comely best friend who I’ve had a crush on for years. She’s a very athletic person who plays soccer, volleyball and cheers. She has extremely long, beautiful, chestnut brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She is lucky she means so much to me or I wouldn’t leave the sanctuary of my bed. As I reach the frigid metal handle of my door, I instantly regret leaving my …show more content…

He has hurt her so many times and it makes me so frustrated. “He was with Hannah last night. What is this, the fifth time now?” she manages to express through her tears. “The girl that he has been spending a great deal of time with lately?” I question. “Yes, I don’t know if anything has happened between them, but it wouldn’t surprise me if it has,” she states before rolling her eyes. “What am I doing wrong? Why can’t I make him happy?” she demands. “Jackie you aren’t doing anything wrong. We talk about this everytime this happens. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I think it’s time for you to move on. All he does is hurt you and you deserve better” I try to persuade her, but she doesn’t care to hear it. I then realize the time and say, “I assume we need to go home, it’s getting late.” “Yeah, you’re probably right I’ll take you home.” We arrive at my house and, as I reach for the handle, Jackie grabs my hand. I feel an instant shock of happiness course through my body as her warm hand meets mine. “Thank you so much for helping me. I couldn’t be more thankful for a best friend like you,” Jackie says. It was so hard for me to keep it together. I have loved her for so long, but I simply cannot risk ruining our friendship for my feelings when I know she doesn’t feel the same. “I’m always here for you. Just know that,” I annotate. I walk up the slippery porch from the chilly rain covering the steps, trying

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