My Best Friend

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.

“Yes boy, you must be confused and wondering where your soccer ball is. Well, I have a home and a soccer field in this magical room. Would you accept my offer?” he asked.

That was a way to help him join us more quickly. I asked him, “Do you like soccer? You know, my friends like soccer so much. When some teams have a game, you can watch the game. It is very easy to learn soccer to know which player has the ball. My friends and I always watch the game together. In the P.E class, you can play soccer with us. When you have any questions about things you do not know, you could talk with them. I think they would answer the questions and tell you more information about soccer. So you should come now that you know what we are talking about.”

“You need to brush up on your soccer skills. I’ll meet you outside,” my dad said.

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.

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

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.

Last year, basketball district was the start of it all, but we had no idea. He was sitting there with my best friend, holding her hand but I couldn’t help but to look at him and smile. He was stunning, his smile, his personality, his looks, everything. His name was Jadon. He was so easy to talk to but what we didn’t know is that we would end up together.

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.

I didn’t want to wake up, and knowing my only friend was leaving for the Air Force didn’t help any either. Allie was already up and ready by the time I opened my eyes, despite the fact we stayed up all night talking and laughing. She was running around the house eagerly getting everything prepared before we had to leave and I was slowly getting ready. Her dad made a big breakfast like he always does when I come over, but I was hardly hungry. After I finished getting ready I ate a little bit of the delicious pancakes that were placed on my plate. Allie was so excited to leave for basic training, but her dad and I were obviously distraught. I mean don’t get me wrong I was happy for her, but I was going to miss her so much. When Allie had all of her bags packed we all piled into the car and we were on our way to her recruiter’s office in Danville.

The moment my cousin lost his best friend, his world was filled with sorrow. It all started when they were in college, my cousin “Courtney” was 20 at the time, and he met this girl at a campus coffee shop and her name was Sarah, she was 18. What attracted Courtney to Sarah was how much of a beautiful, and charming girl she was; and her chestnut brown eyes and straight brown hair.

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.”

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 will never forget my beloved Lily. The way her eyes sparkled in the sunshine, how she made me smile, and feel, is a feeling that I will never be able to feel again for anyone else. She was the love of my life. I mean, I was 15 years old and I just knew that I wanted to marry her and nothing would ever change that. When I first met her, I knew that she was something special and this love would mean something. On the day we met, my best friend, Daniel, came to visit and introduced her to me and I will never forget that meeting.

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.