Descriptive Essay: Between Old Friends

We have many people that we say are our friends and some we consider to be our as best friends. Those so called best friends are the ones we can count with our fingers, which then turns out to not be a lot. However, in my experience we can’t always expect good outcomes from either one of them. We are better off not trusting anyone but yourself, since your best friends are the ones that end up hurting you the most. However, I didn’t lose a friend, I just realized I never had one. In every friendship, we are risking the chance of being betrayed, we need to be careful how much trust we give.

Several minutes after arriving at the photographer’s house my hair almost murdered her mother. The short woman with her round miniature glasses stood in awe at the sight of my hair. Once again my tangled frizzy hair had ruined the day. I stood there awkwardly trying to hide my trembling hands in the ripped pockets of my old blue hoodie. I wondered if this would be the end of my non-existent modeling career. Would the gigantic beehive on my cold head ruin my mother’s dream? Confused and upset, the old woman sat me on a bumpy wooden chair and then turned on several smoldering hair irons. First, she grabbed a bottle of moose and drenched my hair in the dripping substance. Without any heat protection, she took several irons and stuck them to my hair. She had several participants that stood there holding the weapons burning off the top layer of skin on my head. Several times they stuck the smoldering weapons to my head, and each time the odor of burning flesh stood the tiny hairs in my nose. I let out several screeches and grunts in pain, as my flesh sizzled and turned a bloody orange. Eventually after two hours, the last strand of hair went up in fiery

I stared at myself in the mirror, the image of myself seeming to distort. Tears streamed down my face and I covered my face with my hands, sinking to the bathroom floor. Nothing made sense. I looked in the mirror, but it didn’t look like me. Did I steal this body from someone? I didn’t understand why I was feeling like this. I got myself cleaned up and climbed in bed, not wanting to be conscious of my thoughts anymore.

On a drizzly Sunday evening my first summer in New York City, I was walking in Chelsea when a man rode up beside me on a bike. I really don’t want to bother you, he began, a baleful look in his brown eyes, but this ridiculous thing just happened to me. He explained that the costumes he had designed for a Broadway show had accidentally been locked in his apartment, and he had lost his keys. He just needed to borrow a little money so he could get in touch with his assistants and sort the whole thing out.

“That the very reason that you shouldn’t. You have been here before so you might be recognized as being connected to Fisk and folk might clam up about things more. Also if word has gotten back here about Fisk and you were known to be with him the night before he died, you might very well find yourself with a belly full of lead or a rope around your neck and I still need you alive. Let me handle this and Ill meet up with you Ok partner?” Ben said and Jeb know deep down that what he was saying was right. They headed off toward their own tasks, each hoping the other would be safe before they reconnected.

Friendship is when you find your soulmate, the way you keep that friendship stable and,strong is by having trust in one another, and fight against time

We all have friends that are alike or different from each other. My friend Nicole and Amy are also friends. Both of them are alike in some ways, but at the same time unlike from each other. For example, they both dress to their comfort, but the clothes they choose to wear are different. They both have similar taste in music and television shows. However, Nicole and Amy are more different than alike.

Friends come in all types of personalities, some of which to be aware. There are shy friends, rude friends, giving friends, taking friends, busy friends, always free friends, best friends, and of course frenemies. Not all may appeal to everyone but everyone plays a role as some type of friend. A friend could not only be a person, but a pet. In some cases a person’s only friend is an animal or pet of some kind. Belongings such as dolls or figurines can also be considered someone’s friend. Friends come in all different forms. For most a friend is considered an acquaintance of some sort. There are different ways of meeting them and different time lengths of when they become considered friends.

“The two ladies, who had been intimate since childhood, reflected how little they knew each other”. This is how, author, Edith Wharton shows the relationship of two characters, Mrs. Ansley and Mrs. Slade, in the short story “Roman Fever.” These two women who are supposed to be friends, led envious lives of each other, and because of the way they lived they were very contrasting and conflicting characters. In the end, I believe Mrs. Slade was guiltier for her actions and in fact the whole incident would have never happened if it weren’t for her.

Through my experiences I have come to realize that there are basically three types of friends a person can have. There are friends that I call “sometimes” friends, these people appear to be your friend but only when you are face to face with them, and when you are not around them they act more like a foe. They are often referred to as two faced or a back stabber. These types of friends are not very reliable nor should they be trusted. Another type of friend a person can have, and the best kind, is a “true” friend. A true friend is someone you know you can always trust and rely on no matter what. The last type of friend is the “acquaintance”. These are the type of friends that you do not necessarily hate, but at the same time you do

What started as a beautiful, sunny May afternoon, turned into a gloomy, tear-filled May evening. What do you do when your friendship with someone suddenly fails? I’ll tell you what; you talk through the problems until you find a solution. I had been friends with ______ for about a year and our friendship was pleasant until May. All of the sudden, we started arguing and not seeing eye-to-eye on simple topics, such as making plans, choosing a movie, etc. I am not saying everyone has the same opinion on those topics, but I was sick of feeling like I could not voice my own opinion and I sought to change that. ____ and I faked a friendship for the sake of our mutual friends. Our most recent argument, in person, over the Patriots pushed me over the edge. Having lived in Colorado while growing up, my family and I are Broncos fans, so I do not fully understand the love for the Patriots everyone has here. _____ is a huge Patriots fan and one night all our friends and us were watching the game that was on. I decided to comment on Tom Brady and in return he cursed at me saying to take that back and got very upset at me. That night, I texted him saying we needed to talk as I could no longer give him the benefit of the doubt of him having a bad day or me being in a bad mood. We fought over text for three days and no longer spoke to each other during this time. That is when things became difficult; some friends chose sides and others remained impartial. The friends who stayed out of our

“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?

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

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.

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