A best friend can mean different types of things to an individual. To me, they are your closest and most special friend you know. You do practically everything with them. Some think you can only have one best friend and some think you can have more than one like me; I have two, Anil and Rose. I’ve known Anil since the sixth grade, but he didn’t become my best friend until the ninth grade. We ironically disliked each other in middle school because his group thought I was annoying vice versa, so we never got to talk much then. In highschool, I didn’t know that many people, but Anil and I had art together and so we bonded there. After that, we became best friends. I’ve known Rose since the ninth grade. We met through Anil's friend Jordan and we all sat in a group together. We talked a little bit in the ninth grade, but didn’t know much about each other. A couple of months in we started to bond over the fact we were both in the same school band. Our friendship really started to grow after some of her closest friends betrayed her and left. We were in the same band for all four years of high school and all the trips we did brought us closer and closer eventually becoming best friends. Being best friends with the opposite sex is different from being friends with the same sex like doing activities, having an emotional connection, and even their personality.
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.
It was late November snow fluttered gracefully, piling on every flat surface. Memories flooded back to the times long ago of my best friend and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, her eyes shimmered and gleamed when she smiled and her excitement at the smallest things reminded me of a kid at Christmas. Sometimes I sit back and look back at all the days before they transported me off to school, and snatched me away from her, the tears in her eyes reflecting her hurt. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me elsewhere, that she wasn’t providing me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.
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.
On a hot summer day I with my mom in her tan Buick Lucerne outside of Wendy’s watching hundreds of cars pass by on the road waiting for my best friend and her mom to arrive and retrieve me. I would step outside at times, smell the fresh air mixed with a mouthwatering scent of fast food, then beg for the next grey car I see to be them. The moment they had arrived, I was too lost in my own thoughts to notice. I had gotten sidetracked thinking that I looked horrible because I curled my hair to a type of wavy that I did not truly like, but the moment my mom said that they were here those thoughts stayed in the car while I ripped open the door and ran to my lifelong friend. I ran as fast as my legs could carry and tacked her in a bone crushing hug that landed us on the soft light green grass. I noticed her hair had grown to a length that reached just below her shoulders, her skin had gone from a light skin to a glowing tan, and her body looks overall toned from the hours of track she has been accomplishing. After the hour of everyone catching up, it was time to take our leave. I couldn’t wait to arrive and officially be treated as family. It is easy to experience being a part of a friend’s family when you are so close that you are treated as if you are blood.
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 friend. Leah would have loved this I thought. Leah was a tall, 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 ill 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.
It was moving day. They day I knew was coming, but never looked forward to. There were many reasons why I didn’t want this day to come. One of those reasons was I was going to have to leave my best friend, Ryan. He is this tall and really tan guy. He has really long brown wavy hair that I always envied, extremely light blue eyes that nobody has ever seen before, skin as clear as a window, I am pretty sure he has never had any skin problem in his life. He is someone that everybody liked and envied. Ryan has always been my best friend, we met at birth. Ok, so we didn’t technically meet at birth. Our moms were really good friends, and the timing was weirdly close. I was born on June 18th 2002 at around 11:30 PM. Ryan was born on June 19th 2002 at around 2:00 AM. But as I said, we didn’t meet inside the hospital when he was born. A couple weeks later, both of our moms decided to have a little playdate between the two of us. Ever since that day we would go over to their house almost every day and just live life with each other. But now, all of the memories are down the drain. I walked outside and called Ryan to tell him that it was moving day and ask if he wanted to come over one more time. Well, I tried to. I dialed him up and all I could hear was the dissatisfying triple ring for about 20 seconds. It went to his voicemail. “Hey this is Ryan, I am currently not at the phone right now. Please leave a message.” So I left a message, “Hey Ryan, its Joe. I called to tell you that
I have this friend of mine that has turned into my sister and she is amazing. So this friend, her name is Hannah Byce and we met in seventh grade and I know it's cliche, but we just clicked we got along and had so much in common. Here we are in tenth grade and still going strong, but we've definitely had some bumps along the way but they've only made us stronger. When we started getting closer we began doing everything together and we still do. We both moved each other into our new houses. We have been on nine trips together, experienced about two big fights and got through them. Through the years we've changed friend groups three times, but we two have stuck together through transitions to each group. We had a bad few months last year, so we took a break for a month, but it was for the better and looking back on it we were both just being dumb and childish about the situation.
Looking around my year I decided that once again I would muster up the courage to make a new friend, one as strong as the one seven years had cemented. Despite my anxiety, I became friends with one of the girls I had always admired during my earlier years and we seemed to match so well. As we became closer, the highlight of my day became seeing her, I would follow her around, sneak out of my house to meet up with her and the more I stayed around her the more worried she and I would become when we were separated. Thinking back, I understand that although she appeared kid and generous, she would only act that way around me. With our other friends she acted cold and callous.
To speak two different languages is such a impressive 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 gigantic family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an peculiar way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and prodigious church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.
In the winter of 8th grade, I began to disconnect from my friends, mainly my ‘best friend’. I didn’t have as much fondness of her as I would’ve had a few years ago. I didn’t laugh with her as much, and we didn’t hang out as often or even feel the need to. It was as if I didn’t want to be with her.
A best friend is someone sent just for you, like a soul mate. A best friend is “a person’s closest friend.” A mother is there to raise you, up in the path of right. She is there to guide you, down the path to success. Mothering is “bringing up a child with care and affection.” I was fortunate enough to have gotten a two in one. My mom is my best friend.
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.