The ability to see the humorous appeal in every situation is a rare quality not many of us have, but she undoubtedly has it. It’s a gloomy Sunday morning on the Upper West Side and as I arrive at our favorite diner, I see her through the glass window, sitting by herself while sipping on a cup of coffee. A wide smile appears across her face once she notices that I am looking at her. It’s my childhood best friend, Michelle Driscoll.
‘’You’re 8 minutes late!’’ said my best friend Michelle who’s meticulous on time. I sat down on the opposing side of the booth from her, as we both laughed because she knows I’m incapable of waking up on time in the morning.
It was our usual weekend routine, breakfast at Metro diner, but this time it was starkly different. It was our last Sunday breakfast until who knows how long. Tomorrow, Michelle would pack up her bags and leave the only home she’s ever known, New York City. A bittersweet breakfast, indeed. We would be a coast away from each other, perhaps permanently, but for now Los Angeles was her calling and there was absolutely no one who could get in the pursuit of her dreams.
‘’She’ll have a coffee. Milk and two brown sugars please,’’ Michelle told the waiter, an indication of how well she knows me.
Michelle had a tough upbringing, although it shaped her into the person she is today. Her parents ended in a brutal divorce, and could never quite figure out how to put their differences aside for the sake of her. Michelle, the wickedly
While the two girls began to eat, the waitress asked the girl who just arrived, "What do you want to drink?”
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
I remember it like it was yesterday. Standing in front of the camera with a dirty white rag around my neck. Wearing the all-orange jumpsuit and the uncomfortable orange slippers. "Stand up straight and look forward." The only thing that was going through my head while the officer was instructing me as he took my mug shots was how everybody was going to know. "Now, turn to your right." Not only was I embarrassed but I was scared and I had this mega hatred towards my best friend.
We order our coffees and croissants. She talks, I do my duty, and then, I begin to notice the two men. I hear them plainly over the chatter around us.
Most people often talk about all the exciting and fun things they did with their best friends. Things such as, girls night out, nail and spa day, but not me. My best friend is my brother, we use to do everything together, but we definitely never had a spa day or anything girly like that because he was to “manly” for it. As siblings, we didn’t always get along very well, but we still loved each other. We had a relationship that is built on trust and a bit of sibling rivalry. But what brother and sister doesn’t fight. When we were younger we always tried coming up with games such as cops and robbers, and in the end I would somehow end up tied or locked in the basement. To me it really didn’t matter what game we played as long as we were together. Like many siblings our rough housing went a little too far sometimes, one time I bit my brothers back and left teeth marks, but later he knocked out my tooth. So our punishments for hurting each other was having to love each other, in a way. My mom took duct tape and taped one arm and one leg together and we had to spend 3 hours taped together or until we could figure out how to love each other and be nice again. My brother and I have always been super close.
Leah and her friend, Josey, have been best friends since they were in kindergarten. They live next door to each other, right on the shore of the beach. Leah is tall and muscular. She has brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. She is on both the soccer and surf team. Leah doesn’t really enjoy school. In contrast, her best friend, Josey, has hair like the golden sky on a sunny day and chocolate brown eyes. She is short and skinny. Josey is on the mathletes team and loves school. They seem like opposites of each other but they do have a lot in common. Josey and Leah both love hanging out at their favorite cafe, The Beachside Cafe. Also, they both love all marine animals and really enjoy spending their free time at the beach. Josey and Leah do everything they can to help animals. For example, they volunteer at the SPCA and sell crafts to raise money to donate to wild animal rescue groups.
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.
He was my childhood best friend.Our friendship was above any other relationships.Nothing could disunite us not even our parents.We had different embodiment, but we had the same understanding and knowledge.We used to deceit to our parent to hang out frequently.We were ready to demise and assassinate anyone for particular, that’s what acquaintance do…We were kinda like that.And of course, we would sit with our best companion and not miss day to troll a teacher and make some pandemonium. And, yeah, of course, if he’s not coming to school, I am not going either.
Tori-- Tori is an intelligent, creative, English name from the Middle English. The name Tori’s origin is from basically all over, but mainly English and New Zealand. My mother chose my name because she very much admired how it was creative and close to her name, Lori. When I was younger, I didn’t like my name very much because I didn’t know how to correctly pronounce it. But as I’ve gotten older I have grown to love my name. The meaning of the name Tori is “Derived from Victoria” which means victory in Latin. The etymology of my last name, Holbert, is a descendant of Hulbert (gracious, bright). According to a person named Reaney . . . Holbert is probably a survival of an unrecorded Old English name holdbeorht which means “friendly”, “gracious”, “loyal”, “bright”, and “famous”.
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.
I am learning to over come the loss of my best friends. Jenna was a great athlete and a compassionate young woman who always put others first and just was truly caring. It was very hard to just understand how she died by drowning in the lake. When my mom had told me what happened I automatically thought it was a sick joke since I just saw her a few days ago. It was then that I realized she was not joking. It was as if time had froze, it was real, Jenna was really gone and was never coming back. It was and still is hard to believe she is never coming back.
Over the last year, I have discovered that the number one rule in life is to never judge a book by its cover. Throughout my high school career, I became close with my boyfriend’s best friend, Mikey Lucrezio. He had a rambunctious, hilarious, lively personality that could sway the mood of any room he walked into. Mikey was a Varsity baseball player, a member of the National Honor Society, and one of my good friends. Senior year, I was greeted every day in Biology class with him screaming at the top of his lungs about something that made no sense and him flexing his biceps to show us how much they have grown in the last 24 hours. I regularly attended baseball games throughout high school and I vividly remember him rallying his team before every game and being everyone’s biggest supporter throughout times of difficulty. Things like these are the reason why you never really know what is going on in someone’s head. Even though he was often the one to cheer up the people around him, he heavily relied on people to be there for him as well. Usually that worked out for him, but over the course of the past summer he broke up with his girlfriend of two years, had many falling outs with some of his other friends, and experienced newfound family issues. Relying on other people for comfort was no longer an option.
During senior year of high school I never thought I would lose a best friend. I never knew how much pain I would feel or how much pain I would cause. This was the worst part of that whole year. Losing a friend can be for the bets or for the worst, but for me it was both. I am thankful I did not go down the bad path that my friend was going down, however, it still breaks my heart not having her as my best friend.
The most influential relationship I’ve had in my life has been with my best friend of the last seven years, Karsyn. She was one of the first people I got to know after moving to West Virginia. When I first met her, we could not have been more different. There was nothing we had in common besides the fact that we were on the same volleyball team. Even though we are not the same people we were in sixth grade, that statement still holds true to this day.
I was younger, I always wanted a friend, a best friend, a friend that I could confide in and would always be there for me. Throughout the years I’ve had several male and female friends, but none scarred me as bad as my so-called best friend my 12th-grade year. During the summer of 2007 I moved from Jackson to Crockett county. Because I wasn’t driving yet I had to change schools. I hated the fact that I had to change schools my senior year in high school, But I had no choice because I wasn’t driving yet. A few days after I had moved I met a girl named Nicole. She was walking home from work and she passed my grandmother’s house. I asked her what was there to do around there and she was like nothing but I’m having a party tonight and you should come by. I agreed but the party wasn’t not what I expected. There wasn’t any food, and it seemed as if they didn’t have any air and a fight broke out so the party needed earlier. After the party, she apologized and said she was sorry for wasting my time, I told her It was okay and I’m pretty sure the next one would be better. After that night Nicole and I spent the rest of the summer hanging out and she eventually got me a job at the local dairy queen where she worked. By the time school started Nicole and I were inseparable, we were always together. One night when we were at work a group of boys she knew came in. They kept asking who I was but she told them I didn’t want them and for them to stop looking at me. After they left I asked