Friendship And Friendships : The Twelve Years Of Friendship

Jean has been a friend of mine since August 1996 when we met in high school. She was a grade younger than me, but had a January birthday, so we were only 7 months apart. We became friends quickly despite our different personality traits. I had been quite yet outgoing in high school and Jean was lively and animated. People wondered how we could be so opposite, yet great friends. Our friendship continued to grow over the years and we became best friends. Throughout the years of friendship we talked about her romantic relationships and my romantic relationships. We trusted each other with private experiences that we would not tell anyone else. Our communication was very open, honest and transparent. As Jean was entering college, at a different university than me, she struggled with her father falling ill and sadly passing away. This was an extremely hard time for Jean to finish her undergraduate degree, but Jean pressed on toward its completion and graduated college.

It all started when a new girl came to our school at the beginning of my fifth grade year. I didn’t know where she came from or even what her name was. I thought she was so pretty. Being the social butterfly I am, I wanted to get to know her. We went almost the entire year without talking to each other. She seemed to gravitate towards another group of girls that I didn’t really associate with. I kind of gave up on getting to know her; I didn’t think she was interested in a friendship with me. Finally, towards the end of fifth grade, I decided to talk to her. It was just small conversation, but little did I know, the “new girl” would become one of my very best friends.

I was excited to get a new start from eighth grade to freshman year, as there were many new experiences I could enjoy; I could make a whole new friend group and start all over. Unfortunately, my naïve idea of a glowing freshman year was skewed and it went in the complete opposite direction when I met the paradox that was my best friend Hope. As I walked into my first period Global Studies class, a girl with fire-red hair and edgy clothes caught my eye. She was sitting alone, and looked nice enough, so I sat with her and we had an instant connection. From that moment forward, we were inseparable. We had 3 classes together, and every teacher knew we were a package deal, if you got me, you got Hope, and vice versa.

Jillian and I had been the best of friends for almost five years. We did everything together: having Bible studies, going to the pool together, and generally amusing ourselves with the usual innocent pastimes. However, we had been drifting

In reality, she meant the most to me and made up the best parts of me. I was spoon- fed lies about her and I swallowed the cough syrup. At this point, I missed her. It was news to me, but she missed me too. This was a major turning point for me. It was my job to rekindle our friendship and I thought of every way possible. To my surprise, she confronted me before I got the chance to and it could not have went better. We were just young girls who had a strong friendship, yet still allowed someone come in between us. We were inseparable. We came back together after a time of confusion and now we are better and closer than

All of a sudden, everyone wanted to be her new best friend, and she became popular. “Oh my gosh, you’re so brave.” would be one of the things people would say to her and the like. The popular group started to do pranks and other questionable things, and when I had confronted her, she grew angry at me, yelling, “Why can’t I be popular for once? Why don’t you understand that?!” and we both had a heated argument and our friendship had been severely damaged to the point where we both sought to avoid the other’s presence. This continued for a period of time when one day, she came to me, crying. This was when we were transitioning between classes and I didn’t want to be late… despite this, I knew that getting a tardy was the right thing to do. I really missed her presence and company. She sobbed in the girl’s bathroom in the largest stall, telling me all of her problems, like how she was forced to do things she didn’t want to do and she didn’t know how to stop it. I let her cry in my lap and once the heaving sobs turned into quiet sniffles, she said, “I am probably the worst friend you ever had.” “You’re the only best friend I had.” I replied before giving a hug. It had felt right at the time and she had returned it back. The next day, we acted like nothing happened between us, but acknowledged each other in the hallways now. After a brief period of time, she came to me after school and wanted to talk again. This

In second grade at Blue River Elementary School, my friend Peyton and I were not very good friends. One day Peyton's mom came in to eat lunch with her. In elementary school, we could pick a friend to eat with us in the back room with our parents. That day Peyton chose me to eat lunch with her which was surprising because I didn't really know her. At lunch, we learned a lot about each other. At recess, we played with each other without anyone else. The next day her mom came again and she happily picked me. That day was like magic because from that day on we were best friends. Even though we had been friends since preschool we didn't officially know each other until that time. We now say that we were meant to become best friends and

Brizia is probably now one of my closest friends, but it wasn’t always that way. We met a couple of days before we started middle school; she was new and I was her first friend. At the beginning of our friendship, I let her take control of our relationship and she manipulated me. She was always popular and used that to her advantage. Because of the vast group of people that wanted to be friends with her, I strived to stay close to her and I would basically do anything that she asked of me. Because of her need of control we drifted apart until a couple of years ago. We have both grown and matured since then.

Friendships are fragile because they can shatter quickly, much like glass. Even if you spent months building them up they can still come crumbling down in minutes, and sometimes you realize that the reason it broke wasn’t worth it at all. A four-hour layover in the Atlanta airport is where my story unfolded. Unfortunately, even though it is basically impossible to end years of friendship in such a short time, I can confirm that it is, in fact, possible.

Anna always made me laugh. We shared our secrets and I felt myself starting to really enjoy her company. After two or three months, we were actually good friends. If only it would have stayed that way. By sixth grade, we had become best friends. I think it hit us both by surprise because we are totally opposite in every way. She’s blond, tall and lean. A rebel. I’m short and dark. Responsible is an understatement. Although we got along well and spent a lot of time together, I always felt inferior around her. It was as if I had to work twice as hard as she did to keep our friendship together. I remember the time my mom took us to the store. We went to the young girls section. Anna commented on a shirt she really liked. I guess she expected my mom to buy it for her, but she didn’t. Later I heard her tell another friend that my mom was a cheap person. I’ll never forget the icy pain and shock, the fear that ran through me at that moment. I ran away and cried. Our relationship was much like a tranquil volcano. Everything was fine on the outside, but there was always an underlying current of the disaster that was waiting to

On November 19th, 2016, my best friend Olivia and I got in the biggest fight we’ve ever had. I grew up with Olivia my best friend, and like a sister to me. My mom worked for Olivia’s dad cleaning their house, and took care of her mom during her pregnancy with Olivia. A year after Olivia was born and my mom would take me to work with her so that we could play. I am a grade older than her. I practically grew up with Olivia. Olivia is a blonde, blue eyed girl, with really long hair, she has a roundish pale face with freckles, and loves to wear makeup. I am a brunette, brown eyed girl, with short hair, an oval shaped face. I was always really close to Olivia growing up and did almost everything with her. Then slowly we started to drift apart.

Let’s fast forward to our last week of 8th grade, she was moving back where she used to live, and we weren’t still talking. She was the type of girl who didn’t care what anyone thought of her, and when comments got to her, she’d try her best to not let anyone know what she was feeling. She was stubborn like that. But she was my best friend,

Friendships are an important part of everyday life. The vast amount of research focusing on friendship (i.e., Fehr, 1996; Hays, 1984; Argyle & Henderson, 1985) is indicative of just how important friendship is to everyday life. The importance and necessity of friendship is also evident by how these relationships are portrayed on television. Shows such as Friends, Cougartown, Psych, and How I Met Your Mother portray various different kinds of friendship. Shows such as these provide viewers with a unique opportunity to be able to be an observer in these relationships and to see how these relationships form and develop. In some instances, viewers may have the opportunity to watch a friendship begin and blossom throughout the course of a television series.

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

At the time, I was in 6th grade. the beginning of 6th grade to be more specific, and I was walking into my class, not knowing anyone. I was terrified. So I didn’t know anyone and my best friend was really mean and demanding and I couldn’t do anything about it, so I didn’t really want to go to school or didn’t enjoy school anyways. This was the first year at a new year and I didn’t know where anything was either. Throughout the year, my “best friend” started making more friend and started hang-out with them more often. I didn’t really mind, but it did kind of bother me. But I was making new friends too. After a while, about a month and a half, she started ignoring me all of the time. She would get mad at me if I didn’t sit with her at lunch, but she wouldn’t talk to me even if I did. That night I had when home and was playing on my phone when she text me.