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.

“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.

Some people don’t even know or talk to their cousins. That is not the case for me, my cousin and I are best friends. We have been best friends since we were very young and she has been a very crucial part of my life. Our families lived down the road from each other for many years and we spent a lot of time together. We were inseparable and still are today.

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.

“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 wanted to let you know that I am okay. My world didn’t collapse when you changed you mind. You were probably the first boy I truly ever liked. For some reason, I felt very connected to you, like I could tell you anything and everything and really open up to you which is something that has always been hard for me with anyone, but I took a chance and did it. You were my best friend, and I cared a lot about you, sometimes you said it seemed like I cared to much, but part of me feels as though you just weren’t used to someone truly caring about you. I remember so clearly the first night you told me you liked me. I remember the feeling I got. My heart started to beat fast, I got hot and I couldn’t stop grinning, but there was also doubt and fear. Doubt that a boy like you could like me, and I think that was my first mistake. I remember the fear taking over and thinking that you were going to turn around and say, “just kidding”. I remember that I didn’t know how to respond with all these mixed emotions and thoughts going through my head and heart so I just sat there for like 10 minutes just thinking about what had just happened, and after I collected myself I admitted to you that I had liked you for a while. Than two days later I felt my heart shatter for the first time ever as I sat on my couch. As I sat there I tried to pretend that it didn’t matter to me that you had said “I’m sorry I made a mistake and realize I don’t feel that way about you and I won’t ever let it happen

I have a friend named Stacey, she is the most amazing friend anybody could ask for. We have been through so much together, we are basically sisters. We met on the first day of school in sixth grade, both of us terrified by the massive size of the middle school. When we were in school I fell in front of the entire class everyone laughed but her, instead she helped me up and we have been inseparable ever since. Stacey comes from an educated family, her father is a school principal and her mother is also a teacher, so Stacey is known for being punctual, well-educated, and having good manners. She is a member of her church, she sings in the choir, plays the guitar and teaches Sunday school. On Saturdays, she devotes her time feeding the homeless in downtown Dallas. Stacey is selfless because she adopted three girls and cats so they will have a home. Stacey teaches math at an elementary, in fact, she was presented with an award for being teacher of the year. In spite of these qualities, Stacey says she cannot stop eating junk food. Stacey says she does not have time to cook healthy meals, because she has a busy work schedule. Stacey also says healthy food are too expensive and cannot afford to purchase them. Finally, Stacey says she is not disciplined and it is too hard to stick to a healthy food diet. I have some advice for her.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

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

It was late at night when I was talking to my one of my best friends, he was a junior in highschool and I was a sophomore at the time. He was not involved with school activities and only focusing on his work at an automobile goodie box company. While talking he used to tell me about what he missed about being in his basketball team which was unity with other people in his team . We had  talks usually at night and he could always come to me for advice on his problems and I could always ask for advice from him about mine. One of of his nostalgic moments was about how he missed the loud bus rides home and the support from his teammates when he still played for his basketball team. What I remember about the his junior year is how he was lazy,

Lately, the past - hungry and starving for good memories, roams through my mind, uncovering nooks and crannies and all sorts of happy experiences. Taking me back to achievements and, sometimes, memories I'd rather forget. Taking me back to friends and the friendships made, lost and kept - those influential friendships. Making me appreciate those who, without force, pushed me into things I otherwise may not have pushed myself into. Those types of friendships are what I think of most today.

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