Descriptive Essay On My Best Friend

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

My cousin, Deja Hiserote, is my best friend; she lives down the road from me in Red Scaffold, which is in the middle of nowhere. The town where I go to school and where all my other friends, Dupree, is nearly fifty miles from my house. To get to Red Scaffold, you have to go down south of Dupree on Cherry Creek Road; about halfway to Red Scaffold the road begins to curve first one way and then the other and you have to be very careful because it is a gravel road and you might find yourself in the ditch. Last November when it cold and there was nothing to do, Deja and I decided to go for a drive. We decided to go to Dupree because we intended to hang out with more of our friends.

“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.

Some people don’t even know or talk to their cousins. That is not the case for me, my cousin and I are best friends. We have been best friends since we were very young and she has been a very crucial part of my life. Our families lived down the road from each other for many years and we spent a lot of time together. We were inseparable and still are today.

“Are we there yet?” I called from the back of our car, “Not yet bud.” my father yelled over the blasting radio. “Vroom, vroom, vroom.” the engine roared as my dad revved up the car. Every year we get in the car and we head to our cousins house in Utah. I was going to go get some snacks at the gas station. I didn’t even realize how sweaty my hands were until I touched the handle. I swiftly wiped my hands on my shorts and then hopped out of the car into the blazing hot outdoors. “Oh come on” I thought when I landed on the surprisingly hot concrete. I scrambled up and looked around to make sure none saw the embarrassing fall.

“It's fruitcake weather,” as she would say. It's late November, the snow is falling heavily onto the ground. Memories start to come back of all the times I had with my best friend, and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, so happy and excited. Sometimes I sit back and remember all the times we had before they shipped me off to school, and took me away from her. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me away, that she wasn’t raising me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

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.

Throughout life like many others, you have friends and best friends come and go from your life whether you like it or not. Some of my closest friends moved away and slowly we began to disconnect. But, this was different for one of my closest friends Ray. Having met in first grade we had nearly grown up together and knew each other very well. But, throughout the last year of our last year of high school, things began to change that would make us start to drift apart.

From one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong, but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.

I remember the first time I saw her. She seemed so happy, so sure of herself. That, I thought, is what I want to be a part of. To my luck we soon became friends and I tried so hard to not mess it up. I wanted to spend my time with her, I wanted her to spend time with me, I knew from the start that I wanted her to be my best friend. After talking for a little while and gaining her trust we did become closer, but not by much, and not by enough.

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.

I remember it being a cold Saturday night. One of my best friends was so messed up he wasn’t able to talk much, only stare. We were all worried for him because he was the guy who never dabbled in these things, an average teenager with feelings, hopes, and dreams, so why him? This was the first time I realized how drugs and alcohol can take a severely negative toll on anybody, even those closest to you.

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

The first day of Sophomore year I was sitting in my E period English class and a guy walked in and completely overwhelmed me. I saw an athletic, popular boy treat me as if I were any of his friends. He acted like we were best friends the very first time we spoke. That day was the day I met someone that will hopefully continue to be my best friend for the rest of my life.

A friend is someone that you trust and you enjoy spending time with. Everyone needs a friend because without friend life would be boring. Friends are important because they boost your happiness and reduce your stress. Friends are easy to find but a best friend is very hard to find. Best Friends are very important because they increase your self-confidence, you can share secrets, unlimited laughter, and adventures. To have a best friend you do not have to know them for a long time you just have to feel comfortable around them and trust them.