My Best Friend Essay

In losing my friends I made more that would also fade away. I managed to keep one friend threw it all, Hannah. Hannah is my best friend and if I had a best friend soul mate, she would be it. Once sophomore year came around I was finally getting on my feet until a friend of min committed suicide. His passing caused a corruption in the school because our dear friend did not get a moment of silence. It was traditional for a moment of silence for the passing of a student or teacher. Many students, including me, wrote letters to the office to express out anger. Our letters worked and he got the moment of silence he deserved. Half way through my sophomore year I moved to Oklahoma, and at first I was not a big fan. I made a few friends and got my classes set up, but I still was struggling with depression. I ended up getting emitted to a facility near Oklahoma City for a week. Time was so slow at the facility, but I learned important life lessons like coping skills and that you can’t help someone else when your glass is

I remember how I felt that day, It's a feeling that continuously haunts me and no matter how hard I try to forget it always finds its way back into my mind. It's a mixture of hurt and anger because I never thought that someone so close could spread such a rumor. I would never do anything to hurt anyone, especially try to take my closest friends fiancé for myself. The reason for which she assumed that I was capable of doing that, is a puzzle that I am yet to solve. As despicable as this may seem, however, I am very thankful for this event, for her assumption has taught me a very valuable lesson.

During this time in my life, I wasn’t close to anyone at my school. I had a few friends, but no one I could really talk to about my feelings. When I did tell my friends about my sadness they weren’t of any support to me. I even heard one girl say behind my

Last year, a very close friend of mine and I lost contact. Anything that we may have shared before seemed to disappear and we are now no longer friends. To be completely honest, it sucked at first. It was one of the most difficult things I had to go through because this person was like a sibling to me. But it has been a year and I have had plenty of time to reflect. In this reflection, I have realized that even though it was hard, it was good for me. It was something that needed to happen, so I could move on and grow up and start a new chapter. I have learned so much more about myself and what I want and how I want to live my life than I ever could have when being friends with this person. And I am here to tell you that in every crappy situation you experience in life, something good will come out of it. It is

Have there been anytime in your life where you have left out or excluded? Where you have craved a friend even when you felt like you didn’t deserve it?

In second grade at Blue River Elementary School, my friend Peyton and I were not very good friends. One day Peyton's mom came in to eat lunch with her. In elementary school, we could pick a friend to eat with us in the back room with our parents. That day Peyton chose me to eat lunch with her which was surprising because I didn't really know her. At lunch, we learned a lot about each other. At recess, we played with each other without anyone else. The next day her mom came again and she happily picked me. That day was like magic because from that day on we were best friends. Even though we had been friends since preschool we didn't officially know each other until that time. We now say that we were meant to become best friends and

When this happened I didn’t have any support, or was there to help me as I did for them. I felt hurt and used, because I was always there for them. When ever my friends needed something I was always there for them. That's when I realized I couldn't believe everyone who claimed to be my friend, who’s actions differ.

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 mom drove me to school that day. As I stood on the cold lawn in front of my school, my friend came up to me and hugged me, I could tell she had been crying too. My stick was closer to me than my sisters. We knew everything about each other and could make a joke of anything, well almost everything. The embrace lasted forever and I didn’t want it to end, but when it did, we were both sobbing. I miraculously made it through the day without breaking down. I didn’t tell anyone, for rear of breaking down. To this day I can’t talk about him without at least shedding a tear.

Those words were some of the saddest ones I’ve heard. Living in Spanaway, Washington for over five years I’ve earned some pretty good friends. One of my best friends is a girl named Bella. Bella has medium length hazel hair matching her eyes and a tan small figure. Bella and I knew each other since second grade, but up until fourth grade we never really acknowledged one another. We only spoke in our reading groups and when we walked past each in the halls or at recess. We became friends on the first day of fourth grade. You see we didn’t become friends on our own. Not at all. Instead it was actually our other friend who introduced us to each other. The other girl who I will call J and I almost instantly found ourselves becoming friends as soon as I entered the school gate. We soon figured out we were in the same class, little did we know my future best friend would too be in that class. Later on in the day J had met Bella and later introduced us at lunch. We all instantly somehow clicked. And that was the start of a blooming friendship.

Roughly 3 years ago I was in this situation. I had no idea that my best friend hated herself as a person, was being bullied so badly to the point that she felt as though that her life wasn't worth living anymore. She buried her sadness inside herself and talked to her notepad instead of a human. I found this notepad. I read this notepad. I flipped through the pages with violent words screaming at me. Sexual assault, drugs, alcohol, bullying, domestic violence. I now knew why she tried to leave this world, but she was yet to experience the radiant and joyful life that she had helped me experience.

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.

In middle school, there was a girl who I thought was my best friend. We did everything together; our homework, makeup, went to the bathroom together, got dressed together. A lot of people around me said that she wasn’t a kind friend to me, but I didn’t believe them. She was my best friend, there was no way she was a bad influence. However, I couldn’t possibly have been wronger.

I had blue eyes and dark blond hair, but I kept my hair buzzed pretty short.

Have you ever tried to avoid a particularly scary kid at school, or maybe, all the people at a new school? Well, I was that kid in 3rd grade that tried to avoid everyone, since I really did not know anyone. It was the year I moved from India to the little town of Cuthbert, Georgia. I had to go to a new school, live in a new environment, and learn better English. I went to a school that my sister had not attended before, and she could not show me around campus or even introduce me to some friends because she was not there for the first day of school. The only person I remember who actually talked to me, and later became my first best friend and still is, was Martie Pearson. He was also a new kid at the school, and since we did not know