Friendship : My Best Friend

My ex-best friend, Holly Meehan-Metz, started to bring me down last year. Towards the end of our friendship, she had a very negative influence on me. She started smoking and drinking and eventually peer pressured me into drinking with her. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I didn't want to get in trouble with my parents or the law, so, I told her I had to stop. Then, she started involving me in drama in school. I almost drew the line there. The drama wasn't just rumors, I actually had people trying to fight me for

As a little girl, I have been always told to act in a way that I think is correct. I did not the true meaning of that until I got to Grade 7.

My best friend. My biggest supporter. My brother. For those of us with brothers, we can easily say that they tend to be aggravating at times, but at the same time they can be one of the most positive influences in our lives. This describes my older brother Abraham, or Abe for short. All through my life, having him next to my side has been one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. From the headaches of school, to the carelessness of child play, to now living in his house; Abraham has helped me become the person that I am today.

When I first started 7th grade in Utah, I was really nervous. I was scared because when I was new at my elementary school it was hard for me to make friends. Then when I got to the school and I met everyone, I realized that everyone felt the same way. We were all starting a new school with new people. It was scary for all of us. I thought I was the only one, when that wasn’t the case at all. Once I figured out that everyone felt the same way, I realized it wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought.

Passing the mile marker of informing me that Norfolk was right around the corner, filled me with the anticipation of so much happiness, but a little bit of nervousness too. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends for the longest time. Driving down the bumpy highway, I thought back to some of my fondest memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending to have a chocolate shop with the mud from rain. As little girls, we would dress up and making singing videos, which continued well into when she drove me to school me freshmen year and we would sing and blast jams, sipping on our caramel frappuccinos. It had been almost a year since I last saw her. She had graduated from Midlothian High School the year before and was now attending Old Dominion University. It was Midlothian’s spring break and she had invited me up to visit her that first weekend off. When the car pulled up by her dorm building, she was waiting outside, wearing that same old cobalt-colored sweatshirt with stains from baking scrumptious desserts with her. We leapt into each other's’ arms. The hug was the purest form of friendship and love and it felt so great to see her. I said goodbye to my mom and walked up to Julia’s room. There was huge, Disney puzzle on the floor and I immediately sat to contribute my amazing puzzle skills. While we worked on it, we caught up on everyday girl talk - the usual dramas of the neighborhood and which boys we were talking to. We also went

Been 6 months 194 days, 8 hours ,49 minutes , and 20 seconds since I lost my best friend. These past couple months have been horrible for me. She is all I think about on a daily basis. Everything I do is for her. I remember this day like it was yesterday. All the tears, memories, laughs, conversations. Kamilion Jenkins meant a lot to a whole bunch of people. She was filled with laughter, love, smiles, everything you can think of. All the memories we had together, the night I heard the bad news, and the day we said our last goodbyes are the days I won't ever forget.

I always loved having one friend that always had my back. That one friend meant the world to me. She had dark brown hair and eyes just like me, and we were practically the same height. Honestly, we looked decently alike, just her hair was much straighter than mine. We went to kindergarten, most of grade school, and dance classes together. Whenever we were out with just one parent, people would look at us with a weird kind of creepy smile, which I knew meant they thought we were cute. They’d then glance at my mom and go “your girls are adorable”, implying we were sisters. We would always beat her to responding and say, “thanks!” Everyone at school thought we were twin sisters too. Although our birthdays posted on cut-out flowers on the classroom wall were a month and eight days apart, we claimed some twins are born at different times. She and I ruled the school, we made everyone follow us. The attention felt great. She would always ask someone to hold her bag or let her use their pencil and I’d always stand beside her and say “ya”, “me too.” I was never the one to ask for myself, I always went with what she said because it was her judgement I was dependent on. Ever since I was three years old I’ve had this one best friend. My sister, my twin, and essentially, my only friend. She was the only one I could depend on, the one I knew was always gonna have my side. Or maybe, all along, it was just me on her side.

July, 16th, 2017, I met some amazing kids. Of many different ages. When we first saw each other, it was kind of awkward between us because we've never met. Breona, my best friend that was there with me, already knew these kids from when she met them last year, so it was different for her. Even though we had never met, they were still very excited to see me. I introduced myself, “Hey! I'm Faith!”. That was followed by all the kids, mostly the girls, telling me their names and introducing themselves. “Ashlynn, Kristen, Brooke, Mckenna” were the names I was told. I tried my hardest to not look at them in a “feeling sorry” kind of way. Which was a difficult task to do.

As a child growing up you meet many people that you like. Everyone tends to make your day from the kind stranger whom gave you a dollar at the grocery store to your neighbor that lets you pet their dog. As I’ve gotten older I’ve grown to love people more than like. Moreover, I have made many long term friends and continue to do so. I’ve always been a social person so making good quality friends has never been a problem. As my mom would say, “I have never met a stranger.” Now that I am a freshman in college and making more friends than ever. Although I’ve only been here for three weeks, I have a large circle of friends that I like very much. Since then, the circle has gotten smaller. Now, there is one person that I do like the most, Vanessa Rodgers.

We have always been close friends but at lunch, everything changed. We didn’t have any classes together so we enjoyed every minute we saw each other at school. We always had something to talk about and secrets to spill, but one day I had a huge secret that I could never tell. My feelings started to change rapidly, everything was different about them. They were no longer that quirky friend of mine with glasses that were way too big for their face. They became that friend that had curls that bounced flawlessly when the walked, glasses that framed their face perfectly and a laugh that was so contagious it could make the saddest person happy. They became much more to me. They became my best friend someone I couldn’t live without. Someone that

As a child, I didn’t have many friends, I moved a lot due to my mom’s work, so making good friends was a rare thing for me. Between kindergarten and third grade I went to three different schools in three different states, being the new kid, every year made it difficult to ever build close relationships with anyone. At the end of third grade, our family finally settled in one place and that’s where I met my neighbor and once of my closest friends, Stacy. She is a year older than me, and if you know about the politics of elementary school being friends with the older kids automatically made you cool. Stacy helped me make friends and survive school in general. But, eventually we had to split up, she went to middle school and under normal circumstances in a year we would once again go to the same school. But, elementary school is where I devolved a passion for math and science, so my mom and I decided going to a STEM school would help me explore this passion. At this point in my life Stacy and I started to drift, every month we would hang out and catch up. But, as the years progressed, Stacy and I saw less of each other, although there was never a time where we didn’t hang out during breaks. The summer of seventh grade I didn’t see Stacy for a month straight, I would go to her house once a week to see if she was around but her mom would always repeat the same phrase “sorry sweetie, she isn’t home right now”. Three months after I found out Stacy had Leukemia, for a whole month after I got this news I spent my time researching Leukemia, I thought that I could find a cure and help my friend, but the more research I did the more helpless I felt. Although Stacy won her fight with caner and to this day is still one of my very close friends, the feeling that comes with caner is one I do not wish upon anyone. As of now my passion for science has grown exponentially and has led me to take multiple AP level science classes, because I believe with a growth ones’ knowledge of science and specifically biology comes a growth in ones’ ability to help those around them.

Friendship is the most wonderful relationship that anyone can have. Ideally a friend is a person who offers love and respect and will never leave or betray us. Friends can tell harsh truths when they must be told. There are four different types of friends: True friends, Convenient friends, Special interest friends, and historical friends. To have friendship is to have comfort. In times of crisis and depression, a friend is there to calm us and to help lift up our spirits.

When I was in sixth grade, I had no friends. Simple as that, nobody really liked me. I sat with two of my friends at lunch that I’d been friends with since forever. But most of my friends from elementary school just stopped talking to me. They became popular, while I definitely did NOT. I was super nerdy and more of a try-hard than I am today. I came across as kind of self-absorbed and full of myself. But, really, more than anything I was lonely. I pushed away what I wanted most. I just wanted friends.

When a friend moves away it's sad, when a good friend moves away it takes some time to heal. But when your best friend who is family to you move halfway across the country, it's a feeling you can’t describe. The hurt and the loneliness that comes with the move is nothing that anyone wants to deal with. My best friend Kaylyn Hooge moved away from Beatrice and away from me June 22nd, 2017. She now lives 17 hours and 24 minutes away from me in the state of Virginia. Me and Kaylyn became good friends at the beginning of 7th grade. We instantly clicked and by the middle of 7th grade we were best friends. I took her to Yellowstone National Park for vacation that summer. As we got older we became closer and closer. She was one of my only true friends at the time. Kaylyn is the best friend that I have ever met. She is there for me in the good times, the bad times, and everything in between.

Growing up I have always wanted to have friends everywhere. Being friendly has always been a must even to those who were not always nice back to me. I grew up having friends in all places and I even had friends that belonged to different cliques in school. I was always the nice girl but one day I realized that not everyone thought of me as a friend. The day that I was bullied was the worst day because I heard some rude words directed towards me, I had to talk about it, and I had to realize new things around me. Not everyone is going to like you but you need to learn how to blow it off and live your life.