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.

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.

My best friend is always there when I need her the most, has my back when times get rough, and I can always tell her my deepest darkest secrets. My best friend's name is Tea Elaine Valentine. We have been best friends for nine years and counting. We met in the third grade. I was introduced to Tea by another friend of mine. She thought I was weird at first, but as she got to know me we have been best friends ever since. Tea and I are two different people. Tea is more of the outspoken, no filter, and whatever comes to mind is said. I’m more of the quiet and laid back. I have learned many things from Tea like learning how to speak up for myself, never to let anyone walk all over me, and it is okay to say how you feel. Are friendships have stayed strong this many years because of our loyalty, listening ear, and always being there for each other.

People have always told me that friends last forever. I believe that but only to an extent. Best friends tend to just drift apart after time. Everybody eventually has to go their own way.

” Think of your friendships as an auditorium. Would you be more careful about who you let sit in the front row?” One of many life lessons I learned was to not trust everyone with everything.I learned that the hard way of telling my best friend about what happened after War Hill High school Prom. Everything unfolded right then and there.

Throughout life like many others, you have friends and best friends come and go from your life whether you like it or not. Some of my closest friends moved away and slowly we began to disconnect. But, this was different for one of my closest friends Ray. Having met in first grade we had nearly grown up together and knew each other very well. But, throughout the last year of our last year of high school, things began to change that would make us start to drift apart.

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.

Monday morning finally rolls around and I finally get to see Rich, while the both of us are sober, and tell him how amazing he did. I pack my bag and head out the door, after feeding Ice, my pup, first. I drive to school and find a spot fairly easily, which is highly unusual to find one this late. Anyways, I head inside and search for my boyfriend. He’s standing by my locker with a couple of his friend, more specifically, the ones he played with on Friday night. I walk up and tuck myself under his arm.

Raising my head from my book all I could focus on was him. The way he stared at his paper, his pencil flowing across the thinned lined paper. The sweat was now building on his forehead and I could see his light blue eyes every so often glance up at the clock. I was done within the first 20 minutes but now with 5 minutes left I could see he was really struggling. I sat there as the time wound down realizing that he would never look at me like the way I look at him.

I grew up with three noisy, stinky brothers who I was never particularly close with. Then, my mother had a fourth. His name was Landon David Fraser, my new best friend. He was the most impeccable little boy a sister could ask for; we were inseparable and had a perpetual love for each other. Landon was my rainbow in every thunderstorm and my light in every foggy day. He was growing up so fast and in the blink of an eye, his fourth birthday came rolling around. I remember his love for his Spider-Man tricycle was so strong he rode it almost everyday, but never did that love even compare to the love that he filled my heart with.

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.

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

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.

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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.