My Best Friend

The world has your life as a mystery and a game. The wind blows by, and the winter air flushes against my face. At first, my heart was beating fast, thinking of unpredictable situations, looking for the way out of the forest. But, what have I done? I only remember when I was little, pretending to be a spy, capturing the unwelcome gentlemen, adventurous, curious, and peculiar. But, there was also my best friend Chris with me. Although, what could I have ever done to him? There were times that Chris and I would go on these adventures, where we would try to capture all of the money from these top spy ninjas. Chris and I used to be best friends and somehow driven into this extended argument that I wasn't even part of.

On my first day of the freshman finding where to sit in the lunchroom was my biggest obstacle. I would randomly just sit at a table until I knew who was sitting there. Luckily for me my friends sat there. I lost my best friend my sophomore year her name was Kaci Rowe. She never had a boyfriend in her life because her parents wouldn’t allow her dating. So when she got a boyfriend she would be really rude towards me and wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I was hurt and confused. I was sitting in my room crying wondering what I did to deserve such a heartbreak. I’m a senior now and we haven’t been friends since that day my sophomore year. I also met my boyfriend during my sophomore year his name is Chandler lewis. He was always bugging me

The day I meet my best friend was when I was fifteen, and I met him while visiting my uncle. Even though I had seen him in school, I had never talked to him. Surprisingly after we started talking, it only took us three months to start dating. After two years, we are now engaged. This wonderful man has shown me that getting abused is not what every man does, and that you can’t show love that way. In addition, he has also helped me graduate high school by being there for me and pushing me to do better. With him I have learned that when someone truly loves you they will want you to do the best in life.

My best friend and I have been friends for a long time. With this long relationship an enormous amount of trust has been built and I feel I am able to tell her anything. Abi has been there through everything both thick and thin, and I can definitely say she knows me better than anyone. In many cases Abi knows things about me that I do not even know but end up figuring out. Having a best friend that I can always count on to be there for me, has been a huge blessing in my life.

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.

Best friends are a necessity to life. Who would you gossip to? Who would you tell your crush to? Who would comfort you in times of needs and sadness? Almost everyone at school has a best friend who they tell everything to, but what happens when the person you trusted most can’t be trusted anymore? What happens when your bestfriend isn’t your best friend anymore? To this day, I still feel a great amount of sadness thinking of this moment. Now, I feel like every best friend I have will just leave me again. I feel like this is a never ending cycle that won’t stop. After this day, I felt betrayed as if someone had stabbed me in the back. Luckily, the pain was only temporary and subsided, but the scar will always be there for the memory.

This letter is for you, my best friend: the one I can tell anything to. The one who can relate to me like no one else. The one who I can laugh with, to no extent. The one who I can cry to when times are tough, and the one who can help me with the problems in my life. You have never turned your back on me or told me I wasn’t good enough. You have never let me down and you don’t know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain, but still have made time for me, listening to me, even when you’re dying inside. I look up to you because you are so caring, strong, and beautiful, even if you don’t think that you are. I truly hope that you know that I am always here to listen to you, to laugh and cry, and to help in any and all ways that I possibly can. My goal has been, and will be, to be at least half of the friend you are to me. I hope you know that I would not be the person I am today, without you, my best friend. I love you more daily. I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you and that you could love yourself the way I love you. Above all, I wish your life is everything you deserve because, truly, you deserve the world. I will forever stand by you.

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.

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.

In the past, what I have always considered close friends were the small group of girls I had known since we were grade school. Never did I ever think one night would change my view and perspective on life for the next three years: the night I met my best friend. Will approached me when I was with a friend at a school football game, and we immediately hit it off. Before you start thinking to yourself, “oh another cliche high school romance”, think again, because it is anything but cliche. One year later of hours spent together, I was the happiest I ever had been because Will wasn’t just another boyfriend; he understood me like no one ever had, and seemed to know me better than all of what I ever thought were my closest friends.

Im Bree. I am 14 years old. I am not popular, but I want to be really bad. I am very shy, I don’t have many frends, Im average height, and I love to read. I have a sister named Laura, but she lives with her friend in Californa.  My best friend is named Chase, Ive known him since birth and he’s the one of the most popular boys at school. He is tall, athletic, and has dirty blonde hair like me.

“Okay sissy, don't cry,” she pleaded. I knew the day was converging, but I tried not to think about it. She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.

It is remarkable how much a single person can influence another's life. Since November 25, 2001 you have always been by my side and been there when I needed you. To this day you are still my largest role model and I still look up to you.

The adrenaline rushes through my veins. My heart speeds and within one second, there is more than ten beats. The pain travels from my head to my toes as the cool object touches my skin. I shiver at first, just a little bit, and I start the punishment. School seems to be at the back of my memory. Well, that is until I am interrupted by the ringing of my phone. The song cool kids ringtone plays from my phone and I know who is calling just by one ring. It's him.

She’s 5’1”, thin, light brown curly hair, big, gorgeous brown eyes, a cute little button nose, and an unforgettable smile. A laugh that’ll chase away any storm you face. Her skin is golden and perfectly toned. My grandmother, my best friend, and my everything. My world. How devastated I was when she passed. I’ll never forget her.