My Best Friend Essay

I remember it like it was yesterday. My best friend and I, TJ used to always hang out together. We would take walks in the woods, play cars, ride bikes, and sometimes even play hopscotch; things normal kids would do. People thought it was strange to have a boy best friend, but it didn’t matter to me. He was great company on lonely days, and never gossiped about anything. He was the type of friend you could always count on. Little did I know that TJ would soon be gone.

There had been a few events throughout my lifetime when I was little and had me feeling mentally most of the time since I was young. One of those that occurred when I was living in Stockton, Gang members would come up to me and try to convince me to join their gang and stuff I didn't really know that much of gang activity back then I mean i seen some gang getting in fights or doing drive by shooting down my street I didn't really like the violence. One time I got moved to this one School I didn't really like it to be honest I kept it real with some people that was cool with me all the rest I didn't like, there was a group of kids that was in a gang that me and my boys didn't like one time I went to the bathroom and all of them came in together and jumped me… That's when I started hanging out with my boys that gang bang because I knew they were going to be the only ones to get my back for me plus they were like family to me and one time we found them hanging out so me and my boys were ready to fight them so we did, It felt good getting them back for jumping me till my boys started coming up and started bring out weapons that's when I was like thinking I should stop hanging out with them because I can see myself later on going to jail for weapons charges, Drug possession, assault and battery.

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.

First, let me introduce myself, before I tell you some stories about the teen-aged Mary Deas Frost, my roommate at The Hannah More Academy in Reisterstown, Maryland. We lived together from the fall of 1934 through the spring of 1936, when we graduated and had to go our separate ways.

When I was three years old my mom and I got into a huge accident. It happened when we were driving home and I don’t think that I have ever been so scared. This memory has affected my life. This single moment has been one of the scariest times in my life, and I know that I can never do it over again.

When I was ten or eleven years old I was just like any other average girl in my school, except I was particularly rude and mean to my friends. Friends are people you confide in, people you go to when your feeling down, people you’re the happiest with but for my friends it was just the opposite. One day at school one of my friends had cut her hair and came to school feeling really self-conscious about her hair. As a friend you’re supposed to comfort and compliment your friend so they don’t feel so bad but no when she came to school I made her feel even worse,

Have you ever thought about who your best friends really are? The world contains many people that you may talk to, but which ones hold that special place in your heart? Which ones hold the key to your friendship? During my middle school years I spent every free night alongside my friends. I always appeared busy. Lately, I started to discover something that felt strange. Those nights filled with endless laughs and good times slowly faded away. I went home every day after practice and spent every night sitting in silence. It dawned on me that I have not spent any time with my friends in what seemed like forever. A calm and chilly fall night at my house turned into a panic attack. As I watched television that night with my family I observed all of the thoughts that ran through my mind. To me the beginning of high school just reminded me that everything fails to last forever and some things will cease to look the same and the beginning of that change began now.

It’s been a long year. Too much of the past has been difficult to deal with. I’m sure it’s unhealthy dwelling too much on the memories. Perhaps it is time to start over and embrace the beauty in little things. There was too much heartbreak and loss; sometimes I don’t even know how I survived. There were days when it was too hard to breathe, and too easy to cry. Along the way I lost friends, and loved ones suffered from medical issues. But the basis of most of my pain was a boy. Perhaps it’s not surprising, but the same man who became my best friend in my time of need is also the one who broke my heart.

My sweaty palms ran through-out the thin strands of my hair as I tried to comfort myself for just a single moment. I felt scared, almost terrified as the screams of my nightmare echoed in my ears and made my head throb. Almost never did I have such vivid dreams, and when I did, I never remembered them the next day. Nevertheless, I don't think that I'll ever be able to make amends with my darkest memories and reliving situations that scarred my childhood and eventually my life, can never be forgotten. All I can do is go back and ask what this version of myself could have done to avoid or even confront the situations and events.

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.

As you’ve read in the previous stories, it sounded as if I played around with a lot of people. Well, to tell you the truth they were all just random boys who were once relevant and made me happy at that time period in my life. Now, today, September 27th of 2017 I realize that no guy is ever going to compare to a best friend. All of these people I mentioned earlier, always treated me like crap. Let me remind you of all these people I cared for and put my heart and soul into the friendship or relationship we had; William Bryke, Mike Matthews, Myles Creek, and Dailyn strough. I loved all of them. Some more than others though, William and Dailyn are probably the only ones I fell in love with. I became close with Mike and Myles, but never

Growing up in a military family, I never had a plethora of friends. I would make friends, develop relationships with them, and then pack up and move within the span of a year or two. I often found myself alone while others had strong, friendships with their peers that flourished and blossomed over the years. However, that all changed when I moved to California before my freshman year of high school and met the one person who changed me for the better – my best friend Rachel. Our friendship was instantaneous; she helped me grow as a person and I helped her as well. To this day, we are still best friends who continuously help each other strive for the best. This type of friendship is one of virtue - the type of friendship preached about by Aristotle in Nicomachean Ethics. My friendship with Rachel was one of the best, most genuine friendships I have ever had.

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

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.