My Best Friend

“I just need a ride back home. I snuck away with my friend David and… Nevermind, it’s a long story, can you just come here fast? I’m at my friend Don’s house and David is inside.” I whispered in fear.

“OK, let’s go.” I responded. Once we walked in I said bye to Adeline and she went the other direction as Mr.wells helped me to my locker.

“I don’t remember doing that, but I was pretty freaked out. Do you know why he grabbed me?”

“W-what? Oh, bye dad!” I said stepping out of the passenger’s side and walked up to my other best friend, Taylor. She looked around, and when she saw me she ran up to me.

This was like a replay of every morning, so I wasn’t surprised. Because I got up late, I was late for school. Inevitably, my friends and I were caught by a school manager in front of the gate.

The day was sunny and humid, and it 's my first day of school at Quincy High. My best friend Sydney and I were in homeroom talking about camp where we met last year. We got to know each other very well and we became inseparable. Sydney and I have Math and Science together. Sydney is very artistic and compassionate. She is a gorgeous girl who has blonde hair, hazel-green eyes and is very short. We both are 15 years old and in Sophomore year of high school.

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.

Once I was seated in the truck, my mom didn’t bother sitting in her seat. She stood outside of the truck, waiting until my brother and I were situated. Then she began to tell me that my beloved dog Apollo had died this morning. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was already having a bad day because I forgot my homework for Social Studies. So, all of my anger and sadness came out right there. Why me? Why now? I

“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?

I was sitting alone in my room, charging. I’d had a rough day, gotten into another fight with Wil. He loves to provoke me just to make me mad. He likes watching Nathan scold me for fighting even though it it’s never my fault. It’s my temper, I know it is. I’ve always had a short fuse.

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.

“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.

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.

I got up from my bed and remembered, today's the first day of school! I was semi-excited, but also nervous. When I got to school, I had no idea where to go. I didn’t know where my classes were so I had to ask a couple guys who looked older. I sat near my homeroom class where I saw another guy on the bench over. The sooner class was starting, the more people came near me. A couple guys said hi, asked what my name was, or gave me a handshake. I remember looking up and seeing 3 different people. I saw one who was big, and haole with wavy hair, one who had curly hair and athletic looking, and one who was a short, asian and had dyed hair. Their expression were smiling and it seemed like they were joking around. I also remember when I heard some kids who were talking saying stuff like, “Is that one of the new kids” or things like that. I didn’t mind it so I wasn’t bothered. In first period, I remember introducing myself, and I was shy (obviously). For the rest of the day, I tried to keep to myself for the rest of the day

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.