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.

This was challenging because she was the one person I would always talk to at home. She left the house in bad terms and I thought she wouldn’t

This was around the second semester of eighth grade that I met my now best friend, Bellamia Liso. We met each other when we went to Sutter Middle School in eighth grade. She was a new student, and she needed another class so she ended up being one of the TA’s in my math class. To be completely honest, I thought that Bella hated me when we were in eighth grade. She never talked to me, and I always thought that she was glaring at me for something that I did, even though I had never done anything to her. I didn’t express my feelings about her though because I didn’t know her, and I didn’t want to judge her without getting to know her

When I was in the bad group, she had tried to reach out to me. In our health/P.E. class she would help me with homework and questions I had. But outside of class, she didn’t exist in my mind. Looking back now, I didn't remember her being in my class. She knew that I had used her but still helped me because in her 6th grade year she had had no friends and struggled. She was really a good friend and always looked past stupid things that I may have done. She always stuck by me, no matter what the situation and helped me get back on my feet. She and I are not always together in school, but we know that we always have eachothers

“Why was she acting like this?” I thought to myself. She catapulted insults at me, called me a “princess,” told me I’m selfish, said I’m the worst friend ever, not to mention the swear words she directed at me. I didn’t know what to say; she was supposed to be my “best friend,” but best friends don’t say those things. Best friends are supposed to support me, supposed to love me, supposed to bring out the best in me, not try to tear me down

She soon moved to my school and once that happened we were inseparable. I'd look out for her and she'd do the same for

I, Sarah Frerichs, met Emma Thoms-Warzecha at the beginning of 6th grade and over the past 4 years I have gotten to know her very well. At the beginning of our friendship we were not very close. We met through a mutual friend that we both knew very well. Throughout the first two years of middle school, Emma and I fought non-stop trying to see who our mutual friend favored. All three of us spent day after day with each other even though Emma and I hated each other. At the beginning of 8th grade the dispute between Emma and me ended when our mutual friend moved away. Sometime at the beginning of 8th grade Emma and I had a conversation that did not involve our mutual friend and we became very close. It has been two years now and we both consider each other to be our best friend. Over our four year journey we have learned many things about each other.

When I think back on how close Erika and I were throughout middle and high school, the only appropriate word to describe her would be confidant. I told her everything. We talked about boys, God, friendship, struggles with family life and anything else that was on our minds. We went through some of the most formative years together and she is a part of who I am today. I’m following in her footsteps and marrying young as she did. I continue to struggle with my faith as she does. And although we are no longer as close as we once were, I still consider her my best

I looked up to her desire to help people and better herself at the same time. In the beginning, I struggled with her not being around. It was a lot of change all at once, not only for me but also my family. She was the person I went to for anything and everything. Knowing the distance between us existed was what made everything so hard. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that I wasn’t able to just walk down the hallway or take a short drive to see my best friend. The shortest trip to see her would be by an airplane. I thought I would be able to talk to her all the time but this was not the case. As time went on, I began to understand that school came first for her and that I needed to let her study and make new friends. I learned to be patient and that she would get ahold of me when her time was not occupied. She got to come home for breaks, so that made things easier for our family too. When she had the opportunity to come home for breaks, our relationship remained constant. It’s like we picked up where we left off when she left. She filled in the room she grew up in as if she’d never left, took me on drives with the music blaring through the windows, and continued to give me fashion advice no matter how much she complained about

Alyssa was one of my really good friends . We live in the same neighborhood and our Parents are friends. We always do things together we hangout, we go shopping together, and many more things . It wasn’t my first time staying at her Grandma’s house in pentwater though Alyssaś grandma lived close to a beach so they usually come

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

She was not rude or obnoxious. She would have her days where she was not the happiest, but everyone has those. She would ask me every Monday how my weekend was, and what I did. She never judged me based on something I said to her and I never judged her. Alyssa helped me through every possible problem I had. She did not have the life she dreamed of and she opened up and told me she has family problems. Alyssa trusted me enough to even speak about her father's passing with me. She also shared with me how her mother struggled to pay bills and could not keep a steady job. Her mother fell off on a bad road which forced Alyssa to move in with someone from school. She told me her struggles and weaknesses along with her strengths and goals. We became best friends in such a short time. The longest known does not define friendship, but by whomever stood by my side and never left. Alyssa proved that saying true. We did not know each other for years, and we did not grow up together; but in one short week we became closer than any other friends of mine. People made me think she was this terrible person who hated the world. They made me believe she was a problem starter, and that she was never happy. I believed them and stood by them until I gave her a chance. Society never once tried talking to her. People never once gave a chance to get to know the real

She was very nice, sweet and friendly. I invited her to my house, we hung out to other places outside of school and she was VERY shy there too. 1 year passed, we chatted through Facebook and we made videocalls through Skype and watched movies together. It was great, because she was a good listener and I started telling her my inner secrets. She was also a great advisor and a great friend; she never betrayed me or failed in being a good friend. Now, we're in Senior year, and we're the bestest friends ever. And I REALLY am grateful of having her in my life - she literally made me a better person and made me feel hopeful again... This is just a shoutout to everyone who reads this; people can be more awesome than you think, and they can even change your

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

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.