Descriptive Essay About My Friend

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Tyler Anthony Novojoski sounds just like an everyday regular guy. He may not be your favorite celebrity, best friend, or even your family, but he is one really amazing guy. I know what you're probably thinking how can you even have true love or even care about someone you don’t know. Simple, you just sit back grab a bowl of popcorn and let me tell you about Tyler, and I can promise you will wish he was a part of your life somehow. I met Tyler back on a spooky, cold, and dark Halloween night, the year two thousand fourteen. That day I met him left an everlasting impact on my life that is how truly amazing he is. Before we met I was just hanging out with my friend Autumn and she knew I was going to be starting at Panera bread. She decided to text Tyler and his friend Brandon to come pick us up and hangout. In my head I was super excited at least we wouldn't be just sitting around anymore. They finally reached my house, Tyler was driving an older white Jeep Cherokee with red swirls on the side. We got into the car and, the first thing I smelled was a strong whiff of men cologne. Tyler and Brandon turned around to introduce themselves to me. When I looked at Tyler in the eyes my heart stopped, I got butterflies. I couldn't help but keep thinking how crazy cute he was. After we all were introduced we drove around for awhile and just talked and got to know each other.

You know everyone has that special someone in their life that shapes them and for me it is my cousin. Since that one day back when I lived in a small apartment made with brown bricks referred to as the “jungle”. Everyone lived in the jungle because it was affordable and there was lots of stores that were walking distance. My entire family lived there which made it special because we were always together, but it was more special l having Janet by my side. All I ever saw was her crawling up the stairs to get to my apartment, saliva drooping down from those chubby cheeks and her bright hazel eyes. As a child I didn’t know she was my cousin but she was always with me. Whenever we played,we always fought with each other over little things like dolls or who would get to hug my grandma first when she came over. I would always laugh at her when I heard her crying because it made me feel like I had done something better than her. We still managed to have our good moments though. It felt as we’d been attached since birth because of how close we were. As months passed and I gained more knowledge, you’d think we would get along more but we didn’t. I thought of her as a spoiled brat, every week I would go down to visit her. She would appear all ecstatic trying to greet me at her door with a bunch of Bratz dolls because she would get new ones every week. She’d basically get everything that she wanted and it would make me so mad because my parents never bought me toys. I would only get the

“Okay sissy, don't cry,” she pleaded.  I knew the day was coming up, but I tried not to think about it.  She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.

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.

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.

It’s mid-July and I am determined to experience something completely new and get out of my comfort zone one more time while I’m on vacation, and although up to this point I have gone out more that I should’ve and met new people that I would’ve never have talked to in my life, I’m glad I was able to do so. But that not the point of this story, let me get back on track.

“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?

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

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.

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.

There is always that one person that you have that knows all of your secrets, shares all of your jokes, listens to all of your gossip and is simply someone you can call your best friend. I live with that person, or at least I used to. Her name is Allison, my sister and my best friend. Looking back at every single memory I have, she is there in some form or fashion. She is there holding my hand my first day of preschool, wearing the same jean jacket as I because our mom loved it when we matched. She is there on the basketball court with me during my very first game, helping calm my nerves and stop my shaking. She is there holding me while I cry over my first heartbreak, reassuring me that things will get better. Even after she graduated, leaving me in high school alone, she is still there. She is at every game cheering me on from the stands and is always willing to help me with things such as homework or listen to my constant rants about teachers.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

On a very warm, patriotic day. The sun on a sandy beach beats down on the hot sand, the cold blue waves crash the shores of Alpena Michigan. A very energetic, outgoing girl runs across the hot, sandy, dry beach. On the warm humid morning at 8:30 in the morning I begin to build a sandcastle on the hot sandy beach while cherokee is in the cold crystal blue water. After that we begin to go to the beach to have a barbecue with my family after we had the barbeque we began to play football and that when my cousin zak said I would be an amazing quarterback after the barbecue me and cherokee began to walk all alone at night my freezing our red, white, & blue off. While we begin to walk we hear loud booming coming from the sky as the colors fall out of the sky. We begin to walk even more and we hear a big crack coming from the sky like the fire crackers being hit up against the ground.

When I was in year 8 I had a friend named Zlatan. He was born in China and had lived there for most of his life until his family moved to Australia in hope of a better future. He was a funny, nice person and an excellent soccer player and became one of my best friends. I remember the first day I met him.