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.

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.

It was starting from one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.

It was November on the farm I remember because, I could feel the fresh, cool crisp wind on my face. All those dried up brown piles of leaves on the ground that my dad was picking up and putting into large black plastic bags. I was 8 years old when my mom brought home Arnold, he was this pink little thing. With little white hair all over his body and a curly tail, my very first pig. We would become best friend over the years, we played every day as he grew older into an adult. Taking rides were one of my favorite things to do on a dirt road that was just behind my house. I would hop on his dirty pink back, holding on to his thick pink ears my feet barely touching the ground. Sometime he would go so fast that I would fall off hitting elbows first, then the rest of my body would be thrown from Arnold. He would stop and stand there looking at me with his big brown eyes and long eyelashes like he was worried if I was hurt. Then when I would get up he would run off or wait for me to get on for another ride. All that love and attention that I had given him over the years affected him too, I was his best friend we became inseparable.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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.

I love watching TV. When i was young i watched shows that told me that everyone had to have a “best friend”. So, of course, when i started going to school i wanted a “best friend”. But from my experience having a “best friend” isn’t as exciting as it sounds.

My dog Murphy, who was seven years old, was like my best friend. He was always at my side since day one. He was a loving, fun, and comforting dog. Murphy was super protective of me and would always try to get someone’s attention when he thought I needed help. I never knew a dog was capable of doing that, but he could. Murphy was literally the best dog in the world. Anytime I was sad, he knew. To cheer me up, I got his slobbery kisses to the point where my face was gone at the end! I always saw a long life planned ahead for him. I expected him to live till he was twelve, like most dogs, but that wasn’t the case.

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.

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.

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.

Best friends are very important to have in life. They are always there to lend a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or a helping hand. While they share these things in common, each one is different. For example, the two I have in my life have made provided me with contrasting pieces of themselves, thus making me who I am today. I am blessed to have them in my life because they are amazing people who love me unconditionally. My best friends, Taylor and Dakota, may differ in their personalities, home life, and common interest, but they are still both caring and dependable people.