My Best Friend Essay

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

“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.

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.

I was sitting by a small creek thinking. The British people are intruding and I don’t know how to react. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do about it, but I figured nothing was happening to me now, so I could worry about it later. I live in Cherry Valley near a small creek. My best friend is Nadie. Her name means wise, but no offense to her, she isn’t very smart. She’s been 15 since July. I’m Catori. I turn 16 in a month and a half. My name means spirit. A lot of the time I don’t get why it’s my name, but it is.

Jade, Samantha, Mason, and I were walking down Creep Street thinking of a way to get to the next neighborhood in less than fifteen minutes so we could get more Halloween candy. Jade is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Mason and I met each other at school last year while being office assistants. I met Samantha in P.E. at school last year. Out of the three of my friends, I'm closest to Jade because we’ve known each other for a long time.

A cold morning it was snowing out and they had to ride the bus Lisa was sitting in the back seat where her older brother sat.The girl walked onto the bus and sat next to Lisa.

I was always scared. My heart would pound and I never prepared for the worse, yet it always came to that. I was only a little girl, and I didn’t deserve this at all, but I still let her walk all over me. Everytime she said or did something that hurt me, I tried even harder to impress her with different and exciting ways, instead of standing up for myself. This was my life around my best friend, until recently. I’m getting ahead of myself, so let me rewind a little bit.

It’s been one year, can you even believe it? Time really does fly when you’re having fun, and my life with you in it has been nothing short of fun. There are so many things I want to say, but not enough words to express the appreciation I have for you. We’ve been through a lot in this past year. We have enjoyed the ups and endured the downs, but the greatest part of it all is we did it together. We both know our friendship is more than any other friendship you see in the world. Ours is truly special. We are not just best friends, we are sisters. I remember when we were just starting out in this amazing journey how I was insecure and afraid that our friendship would end up like my other past friendships. Me getting left. It never failed you were always there to reassure me I had nothing to worry about. We are sisters, and I’ll never forget the moment where you explained to me what that meant to you. You said this,

“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.

I woke up, to my alarm. I got ready for school and got on the bus. I then arrived at school and met up with my boyfriend. We have been dating for 9 days now. I met him because of my friend, he is my friends boyfriend’s friend. He grabbed my hand, but I got out of his grip. “I’m not ready for that, Kevin. I just want to take things slow, please,” I said. He responded, “Come on, we are only holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal.” I just didn’t want to yet, he was is my first boyfriend. “This is my class, I have to go,” I said I walked in the door. He didn’t say a word and just walked away.

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.

Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything”. As a human being, our life is get complicated as we grow older. Close friendships are really hard to get nowadays but if you are get, you are the luckiest person in life. There will be a someone behind everyone’s happiness and success. It’s can be a best friend also.

Asiah is one of my best friends she has brown hair, brown eyes, she's tall, and really kind and funny. The reason why I think she's funny is because one day all she did was just played pranks on me. She started out by just scaring me for no reason I just started laughing really loud. Asiah always liked joking around and being silly that’s how she always is. I remember one time she just gets up on the table and started dancing when we were listening to music in her kitchen it was hilarious. The best part was that she almost fell off the table onto me but I moved out of the way in time. We always play fight in her room when we get bored and have nothing to do. The first time I went to her house we jumped out of a window but it wasn’t that

Two years; it took two years for me to remember the name Casey Moss. Ironic since that is the name of my best friend. Caseys bright and bubbly personality only took one moment for me to realize that we were meant to be more than friends. It was Mrs. Crooks sophomore history class I first spoke to Casey. We were assigned to make a poster that involved each student to pair up. She was the first and only person I saw that day that seemed just as lonely and panicked as I was to find a partner. The moment I noticed her I had stood up out of my chair and was walking toward her. She was wearing the same type of clothes that she would wear today: blue jeans, a simple baggy t-shirt, and some black and white vans. She had porcelain freckled skin