My Best Friend

Before I came to delta charter i went to a catholic school and i had good friend named robert but last year i went to a corn maze like every year i go with some friend.last year was different because i went with different friends but robert still came then while we were in the corn maze he started to mimic me so my first decision was to turn around and hit him in the face i felt so bad the next day.one day at patterson high orientation i saw him and said sorry for the time i hit then i saw the scear from me hitting him and the that made me more sad that i did that so when i said sorry he forgave me.

However, I do feel as though I wouldn’t have made those mistakes if your actions hadn’t have impacted me as much as they did. You treated me so poorly that it still bothers me enough for me to keep trying to talk to you about it. Back in 6th grade, which I know was a long time ago, I really didn’t know anyone and I was introduced to you by Seyenah in gym class that first quarter of school thinking that, because we both played basketball, we could be friends. Maybe I was a little over excited and came off a bit too eager but it was because I thought I had a chance of making some friends finally. We did have every class together and that happened to be probably just as exasperating for you as it was me. Instead of talking to me and telling me

I told him that after I hung out with my other friend, I noticed that he started giving me a cold attitude and acted like I made him angry. Secondly, I gave him two interpretations that I saw with the situation. I asked him whether if he was angry that I didn’t invite him to hang out that day or if he was angry because I did something else that angered him. Lastly, I asked him for clarification so I can understand the problem. I told Eric that if something were bothering him, I would want him to tell me so I can apologize or fix the

I don’t know what you think I told anyone or did, but I can swear on anything that I didn’t do anything at all. why in the world would I do anything to get you into trouble when I wasn’t even involved?I told miss and Niharika that it was her fault and that you controlled and didn’t do anything last time. even in school literally everyone was bitching about you when Vanshika and I were the only ones who kept quiet. I’m not telling you to believe me or start talking to me again, all I’m saying is that we’ve stopped talking for no reason at all. Still if you think I’m at fault I’m really really sorry and you know I don’t tell everyone that I’m sorry.  Its your life not mine so I can’t tell you what to do but I don’t think I did anything that I

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.

“Goooooaaaaaallllllll!!!!!” Khayone screamed as I ran back screaming that we won. Khayone has been my best friend for the past 5 years. I met him on Saturday, October 14, 1995. I remember every moment of that day vividly. How could I ever forget the day I met my best friend?

Dogs have been man’s best friend since the first humans domesticated and lived with wolves tens of thousands of years ago. They hunted, ate, lived, and slept side by side for millennia until the once terrifying wolves became the lovable labdogs we have today. My best friend is my dog, Chief, and I wouldn’t be who I am if not for him. Before we found Chief, we tried adopting another dog, but it didn’t work out. A year later we found chief and took him in. Though it took some time to adjust, Chief had become my most beloved family member and my life is incomplete without him in it.

Having a best friend that is independent, respectful and hard-working is the type of person Chandler is. Finding that one person, someone can start to relay on them for countless and bountiful things. Having that one loving person can do many wild justices for you in your life time and having them stay in your life is the most overjoyed feeling. Being able to have them see you express the feelings that you are devotedly feeling; sad, cheerful, angry, and excited means that they won’t be making fun of you, when you are feeling these emotions. Having Chandler be a glowing best friend, is something that will never be a misconception. Chandler is a beautiful, tall human being with a skinny build; Chandler has dirty-dish water colored hair with a lush shine to it. He consistently has a magnificent smile on his face with his dazzling blue eyes. This kid is the most independent, respectful and hard-working person ever. Chandler is a special person that has entered a life that is crazy and loving; cherishing every moment with him is the way of growing and sticking together; the amazing way that someone can impact the way the wild lives today with just a touch of their precious heart.

Once upon a time, I thought I was in a fairy tale. His name was Emmett. We met in preschool, and have been best friends ever since. Emmett is a jock on the football team, with a very soft heart. We had lived as neighbors together in the town of Billings, Montana, since I was born, and had been inseparable. Until a year ago, when we were fifteen, he floated away. He met a girl named Raychel, a snotty, rich, shallow, cheer captain. They were awful together because Emmett has always been a warm hearted person. At school, they would walk down the halls with both of their little possies, and Emmett would not even look at me. Whenever he saw me, he would wince, and look away. Today, I was on my way to Sculptural Art, when he saw me, and walked up to me. He told me that he was going to a movie, and wanted me to come. I, of course, flustered, said yes. Tonight, we would meet, at the Rockwell Movie theatre, to see Merge. While we watched the seemingly, never ending horror movie, everything felt like normal. We laughed, and screamed together, just like old times. While we were walking out of the theatre, Raychel walked by us with a mad, and upset face. I murmured, confused because it was the first time I had been with him in over a year. I asked Emmett, and he said they had recently broke up! I was overjoyed, but upset at the sametime. Emmett just kept walking like nothing was wrong. Myself, being a short, tiny, nerd, had to practically run to keep up with his long, tall strides.

My most difficult moment would have to be when I lost my best friend. It taught me fear, anger, and sadness. It taught me that anything I will ever come to know and love will soon some day die. Yes it is sad, isn’t it? It all started December 7th, 2007. For my golden birthday, I got this beautiful cockatiel bird. It was yellow with grey and white feathers and it even had some feathers sticking up on his head. It had red cheeks, a beautiful little whistle, and little cute feet that made him walk like a grandpa. I named it Marvo. Yes, I know, it is a silly name, but ever since I could talk, I remember asking for a pet. When I finally got Marvo, I was one of the most happiest people alive. I remember I would always play with him when I got home. I don’t remember how old he was, but I do remember when he was a baby, he would eat baby bird food. He was the one person I loved the most. I treasured and cared for him more than most people care for their pets. I would pick up all his messes when I would not even pick up mine. He taught me responsibility and what it was like to raise someone. It was not a perfect job, but it was a good job. I remember training him, when he had to go to the bathroom to fly to his cage. I also remember when one time he went to the bathroom with my mom, he hid and my mom got in the shower. He had to go to the bathroom so he went on the real toilet, I was so proud of him. He was the best, he would like my mom more thought, he would follow her

My two best friends are the two dogs my family has had over the years, one after the other. Both were Old English Sheepdogs; Wendall, the “Lord of Charlestown” was our second dog in Boston and the one that made the biggest impact on the men and women stationed there. Higgins, our most recently adopted brother, was brought in by my father to soothe my mother’s broken heart over the loss of her furriest son, and now gets away with murder under my father’s lenient watch. My two best friends were also my two brothers. It may be odd, picking dogs as best friends, but I feel it works. They are always beside me, never say bad things, and are in a perpetual state of playtime and happiness. Both of them have been there for difficult times, and whenever I was sad or needed a hug there they were. They proved that dogs are man’s best friends.

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.

More than ⅔ of Americans have lost their best friend my story starts on January 25, 2017 I was in the 7th Grade and I had lost someone very close and important to me, they were my best friend whom I’d talk to on a daily basis at school, at home, and even outside of school we always had found a way to hang out with each other until this day all of that had changed we don’t text, facetime, hangout , or sit with each other anymore , it was all gone we’re not even in the same hallway anymore it’s almost like the saying “ Whatever happens there , stays there “ but in this case it’s “ Whatever happens in 7th Grade stays in 7th Grade.”

My parents decided to give me some opportunities to acknowledge my conduct, My room looked cleaned. Now was the time to invite friends over to my house. My parents never wanted me to invite any friend to the house because of how miserable the house always looked like. During my week of change, I was giving the opportunity to invite friends over if I wish. On the 4th day, I invited my two best friends: Williams and mike. For the past 2 week, we never heard from each other and never got worried about contacting. Mike and William came over to my house and we all went to the recreational center to have fun. We did a lot of exercise and played basketball. Since the day 4, we took it a practice to always visit the recreational center. This also promoted my health and built my friendship.

I have always seen myself as a well-rounded person, but all that changed when I met one of my best friends in 11th grade. When I was growing up I grew up in up mostly in the city but lived in the suburbs. So I got the best of knowing how to fit in with the city kids and the suburban kids. In 11th grade one of my best friends moved away. We had one class together, but since he moved we had to change seats. I had to sit next to someone that came from a different “world” than I did. He grew up in the mountains while I was from the city. We had a Completely different style of dressing. Even our disposition and slang was different. When I first sat down I told him my name and stuck my hand out and he did the same. What I was used to was not a handshake, but to “dap” someone up while he went for a handshake gesture. In my head, I said “ me and him could not be more distant from each other ” and now that we are really amazing friends he told me he thought the same about me.