There are always people coming in and out of your life. It happens. It cannot be helped. Usually people would brag and talk about their current best friend; however, I feel that I should talk about a former friend of mine. He was very special to me because he changed me into the person I am today, even though he is not in contact with me anymore. Before meeting him in my junior year of high school, it was always the same thing every day: waking up, eating breakfast, going to all seven classes, going home, doing homework, and starting the process over again. One day, my life was slowly taking on a new turn. During my fifth period AP language arts class, Mr. Coil was giving a daily lecture about the lesson. I was busy focusing on my green apple that I always ate in class, but I looked up as I saw a streak of bright white go past me—like a shooting star in broad daylight. It was a boy. The boy always wore a bright white shirt with knee-length khaki shorts. I would always see him walking out from study skills or the study hall room as most people call it, into the classroom and vice versa. There were many people who followed the same procedure daily, but he was the one who caught my attention. Fast-forwarding on, the bell rang for dismissal, and I grabbed my belongings and went to the trashcan to throw away the wrapper and the core of the apple. “Hi.” My heart nearly stopped beating for a split-second. I slowly looked up. “Um hi?” was my response, but the tone of it was unintentionally disgusted and confused. The reason for this was because I was also wary of new people coming to me; typically, they did not want to befriend me. They want something from me: mostly homework help. The bell was beckoning me to leave right away since I would get a zero in my art class if I did not come on time, so I left. That event was like Cinderella leaving Prince Charming when the clock struck midnight. However, I did not leave anything behind except for the wrapper containing the apple core in the trashcan. Throughout the rest of the day during my last two classes, I was constantly thinking about the boy. So many questions were running through my mind. Why did he say hi? What did he want from me? It was silly for me to
Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.
When i was 14 i met someone who was quite older than me and very smart. Ever since then we have been so close and we have been best friends. After this day i knew there was always gonna be someone there at the end of the day that was there to listen to me and give me better advice than my friends could. Josh was way more then a best friend he was family he was like a older brother i never had, and so much more. He taught me to live life on the fly, by the second. He always knew that the next day, hour, or minute was never promised. But along with josh’s happiness and positivity came the bad days also the days josh needed someone to be there for him for a chance so he could have help with the problems that have been building up while he was pushing them aside to help others. He drank to help cope with the pain that his “demons” put him through. This was a bad choice on his part.. But we all have something that takes the pain away. We shared the same happy place the beach. We could stay there from when the sun came up to when she sun goes down and not have to say a word. I could tell josh was hurting for a while he quit coming around and he quit texting me and this wasn't like him. Come to find out he fell at work off a ladder because of his drinking and had broken his leg. He finally texted me and told me what happened and he said he was sorry. And my life changed in the blink of an eye.
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 can bring a lot of laughter, some advice that I think it’s good for you, and I can accompany my friend if the friend need me to confort.
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.
It was a sunny Sunday morning; the spring breeze was evident all around, the kind that says summer in on the way. My best friend called and offered to take me rock climbing up at Indian Hills, I was thrilled but timid. Waiting with anticipation I could hear the sound of his car coming, it was distinct in its own way because the muffler was on its last leg. He arrived in style, no not really. The paint of his car was peeling off and the smell of the exhaust filled the air with a horrible aroma. Every time I got in his car I felt embarrassed, but it was all right because he was the only one who could drive.
Sarah and I have been bestfriends since I could remember. She had dirty blonde hair that flowed in the wind like the currents in the ocean, her eyes were sea blue, she was slender, and she was beautiful. Growing up we were never separated. It was just like I had another sister around all the time. Whenever I needed to cry I went to her. Whenever I needed a hug I went to her. Whenever I needed something such as a simple laugh I went to her. She’s always kept my secrets and I’ve kept hers. We’ve told eachother everything, no matter how embarrassing, sad, awful, depressing, she would tell me everything. After all she was my best friend. The statement, time flies when you’re having fun, is true because I’ve gone through it. At least everyone
I attended a small elementary school in Ankeny. My school only had two hallways. I enjoyed elementary school because everyone was friends with everyone. I always had someone to play with at recess and to sit with at lunch. When I began middle school I had a large group of friends whom I had known from elementary school. My group of friends consisted of my best friend, Laura, and four other girls. After a couple years Laura and I realized that our friends were nothing like us. Our friends were judgemental and immature compared to us. I didn't enjoy being with them as much as I felt I should have. My friends cussed and acted tough constantly, while Laura and I were quiet and reserved. We attached ourselves to them because of the fear of
We all have someone or something that we love more than anything. For me, it was my dog, Madix. Madix was my best friend, he was the ray of sunshine in my life.
I walk into my elementary classroom with my heavy books in my hands. As I enter, I look aimlessly around the classroom trying to find her. I want to talk to her… no, I need to talk to her. When did she become so distant? It feels like just yesterday we were laughing with each other and making foolish jokes that didn’t make any sense. And then, one day, suddenly, it all disappeared, as if our friendship was all a lie, as if it never existed. I spot her through the corner of my eye. She’s talking to a girl with auburn curls, as she suddenly throws her head back in laughter. I walk up to her with a smile. “Hey,” I say. Her laughter instantaneously came to an end as soon as she saw me. Ouch. I ask her if we
Growing up with not a lot of friends can be very tough. I remember the first true friend i had, was Brandon Payne. I met him in first grade since we rode the same bus, We were great friends. We sat next to each other during lunch, played together at recess, and we talked during class. A year went by and we were still the best of friends. Then one friday night in second grade he invited me over to house to spend the night. I was so excited! It was my first sleepover i have ever had and it was going to be the best time i ever had, i didn't know at the time i was going to regret coming over that day.
I haven't really done great things with my life but everytime somebody says I won't be able to do something I always prove them wrong.Ever since I was young I always was ahead of the kids my age only because I went through family problems at a young age and sometimes only I could take care of myself. Something that I accomplished and am proud of is that I stopped letting people take advantage of me.
I wanted to take a moment and encourage all who are volunteering for Royal Family Kids Camp.
All any teenager would want is a best friend and I scoured the school trying to find that person.Tragically, I did find that individual and he was worth it, at the time.We hung out, we shared secrets and moreover, he took me to my first football game. We were friends for about 2 years and I realized that he was the best for me.
A few years ago when I arrived in the United States, specifically in Arizona I met a group of people who were from Cuba just like me. From that group, I became closer to Eduardo someone who I consider to be one of my best friends. When I met him, he was 20 years of age and from my point of view, his appearance resembled that of a man. One day while we engaged in one of our typical conversations, he began to cry unexpectedly. I was completely shocked and concerned as I was not aware of what was occurring to him. He then started confessing that throughout his life he had been trapped inside the body of a man and that he didn’t feel comfortable with the person he was obligated to represent. I didn’t entirely comprehend what he implied as “being obligated” until the day I met his parents. From that moment on everything began to make sense, Eduardo’s family was what we could classify as “traditional”. Coming from a traditional Latino family, it is important to keep the image of a real man as someone who portrays exaggerating masculine characteristics or in other words, someone who appears and performs like a “macho”. In Eduardo’s case, his community in Cuba didn’t accept his “feminine” behavior because it didn’t satisfy their expectations of what it signified to be a man. Thus, in the eyes of his family, Eduardo was a humiliation and so he was forced to imitate a man. Nonetheless, it wasn’t until he starting living in the United States that he initiated his gender transition