My Best Friend

It was pouring with rain, the soggy banners were peeling off the wall and the flags were hanging limply from the lamp-post above us but I had never felt happier. “Hi I’m Sophie, I just moved here. Will you be my friend?” Five-year old me asked, smiling earnestly at the marching girl I had ran up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” She said. So we were, for seven years. Although I would hang on the words of people at school, willing them to like me, every evening I would hop round to hers. There I was happy, I felt safe. It was calming to me, to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed very close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.

Aletha C. Middleton once stated, “God picks the perfect flowers and lets the others grow, He takes the sweetest blossoms for they are ready to go.” My best friend, Stephanie Elysse Inman, suddenly and unexpectedly passed away on Friday, October 28th, at 11:48AM. Not a day goes by that Stephanie is not on my mind. Her death has taught me many life lessons, but the most important lesson was to live each day to the fullest.

One of my best friends in the whole world is my cousin Lindsey McNeely. She is my best friend because she is super nice, kind, helpful, and funny. Lindsey always helps me if I need it. She is also very helpful when we play volleyball. Because we are both on “A” team and we both play the same position. So she helps me if I am confused about where I am supposed to be or what I am supposed to do. When I am with Lindsey we like to play “Super Mario Bros”. We also like to ride Lindsey’s golf cart when we are at Lindsey’s house. Lindsey is the best friend anyone could ask for!

She was the best friend anyone could have, kind, compassionate you know the type. The ones you think will never leave you no matter what always by your side through thick and thin, the one that feels like they’re your lost sibling.

Bang! I woke up to the sound of the garbage man slamming the heavy garbage can to the ground. Every Saturday I woke up to that same sound except this Saturday was a special one. It’s the day I had been waiting for, for about two months, now my trip to Madagascar! I was fortunate enough to be going for fourteen spectacular days with my best friend Colin. Colin had been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I had made so many great memories with him and I can’t wait to make more. He is the definition of a perfect friend with his funny and outgoing personality. We were staying at this premium all inclusive resort, which had endless fresh caught shrimp and squeezed tropical juices! Colin had always rambled about wanting to go somewhere exotic so we decided to explore a part of the world we had never seen for our Christmas break. Also it was a nice bonus to get away from the windy city of Chicago which was starting to get colder in the winter months. I heard a knock on my door and rushed down the stairs of my apartment. I could see Colin’s broad and short figure through the frosted glass of my door. He came in and we feasted on some Cheerios and fruit, It was going to be a very long flight from Chicago to Madagascar and we didn’t want to be hungry on the plane. The adrenaline rushing through his body was evident to me. Oh, I forgot to mention we were taking Colin’s parent’s private jet. The clock read nine-thirty and our flight took off at eleven so we decided to pack

To speak two different languages is such a powerful trait to have. One of my best friends is bilingual and she amazes me. Her name is Evelyn and I met her four years ago. I was eleven when we first met and she was ten. She lives in Montevideo, Uruguay. I made the long and dreadful trip back there when I was thirteen. It was like a big happy family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an odd way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and amazing church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.

It was a warm, crisp day; with red and yellow leaves scattered down the path. I was alone, which isn't a surprise because I don't have many friends. Leah would have loved this I thought. Leah was a talll, blond haired, blue eyed girl with the brightest smile.Leah just happened to be my best and only true friend. You know what they say, every brunette needs a blonde best friend. Even though I didn't have much I had a loving family and a best friend, what else would I need. Our lives were perfect, until the morning of October 12. October 12, the day he showed up. He was a new kid named Gage. Gage was a junior just like us and had the first class of the day with Leah and I. We gave him a tour of the school and told him the basic new kid story. Ya know, if you need anything, just ask and i'll help, that kinda spill. Everything was normal, then Leah and Gage started hanging out more, just like we use to. As time went on they got closer and me and Leah got farther apart. I would sit with them at lunch, but that was basically it after Gage showed up. I was happy for her, she found someone who loved her for who she was.

Time really doesn’t heal; it just blurs things. It will never pull a cover over my best friends face or hide the fact that I hurt him in the worst way. Joseph was a quirky guy with thick, brown, curly hair who wore glasses that were too big for his face. His pants didn't fit him right, he always tucked in his shirts, and he smelled like fresh laundry.

I was sitting alone in my room, charging. I’d had a rough day, gotten into another fight with Wil. He loves to provoke me just to make me mad. He likes watching Nathan scold me for fighting even though it it’s never my fault. It’s my temper, I know it is. I’ve always had a short fuse.

First of all, this isn’t a guilt trip or me blaming anyone or anything like that. I don’t expect a reply, hell I don’t even expect you to read it, but if you do read it please read it well and try to understand it. Please don’t get angry or upset, not that I think you will. I just need to get everything off my chest, so please just allowed me to do that.

Story begins in 8th grade. i have never really talked to her for the entirety of me being in larchmont, but i knew of her existence and that she had previously dated Ben (one of my good friends at the time). We first star kind of talking when someone made a group chat and claire was added to it, by probably Sadie, who was her best friend at the time. The group chat was just normal as usual, and just talking and chatting, until someone mentioned something of Ben or something and and Claire said something along the lines of Ben and i being best friends, and i replied by saying that it was arguable. By saying that, it lead to her want to know more about it, and refused to believe that we weren't best friends. She continued to pester me that he and i were best friends or why i said that it was arguable that we weren’t. For the rest of the week she’d see me in the hallway, and chase me down trying to ask me about what i meant about saying Ben and i weren’t best friends. in a way, we were kind of being flirty, considering, that this girl never have really talked to before, all of a sudden started getting interested in my life. As the week continued, she started hanging around our group more, which i believe is mostly because Sadie just had her exist around us more. By group, i mean (Sadie, Bryan, Quinn, Mason, Joseph, and possibly Caleb if you want to consider him).

As the first tear rolled down my cheek in that hospital bed I kept on repeating that one sentence over and over again. “You are my best friend”. Before that point in time, I was completely lost. I had no sense of friendship and believed this would continue on. Realizing that the text sent to my phone earlier that day was true I felt a happiness I haven’t felt before. I continuously wrote down what she had sent me into my notebook. “You are my best friend”. So many thoughts rushed in and out of my head as that sentence rang truer and truer in my head.

Eighth grade was my favorite year. Partly because it was easy, and partly because I had classes with my best friends—but it was mostly because it was where I met him.

Welcome family, friends, and fellow acquaintances to the celebration of life of Samantha Brown. Being the only sibling of Samantha, we were very close at a young age. She was my best friend. Samantha was born on September 12, 2000 on a Tuesday. She is the daughter of William Brown and Karla Brown. As a child she was a very colicky baby. Trust me, she was very annoying. My mother had to rock her to sleep every night. She was always kind of a drama queen.

My day got off the ground normally enough (1). I awoke from a normal night’s dream-filled sleep in my normal, ever-so-drab bedroom. I ate my normal breakfast of possibly burnt toast and bacon. I put on normal clothes that totally weren’t on the floor from the prior week.... I used normal toothpaste that left my breath fresh and minty. I found some normal, albeit dusty, socks, and tied my normal high tops in normal triple knots. I went to school on a normal dirty school bus with the normal annoying people doing their normal thing - studying, listening to music, reading, bullying others for their lunches, et cetera. I sat by my normal bus-friend, Ezra, who did the normal rant about his not-so-normal family life (32). I listened patiently, like a good, normal friend. School was even as normal as sophomore classes can get.