My Best Friend In My Life

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.

The friendship rule states some behaviors that are essential to having a strong mutually satisfying friendship. Rules for keeping a friendship is standing up for your friends in his or her absence, sharing information and feelings about success, demonstrating emotional support for a friend, trusting and offering to help a friend in need, and trying to make a friend happy when you’re together. I can’t really remember a time I had to stand up for Nate. He was the guy everyone knew and loved. To me it was really cool that I got to be his friend. Emotional support was the easy part. He was going to school to be a counselor, and his job in the army was a chaplain assistant. A lot of people went to talk to him about their problems and he was extremely good at listening and comforting. Though I always had problems talking to people, it was a lot easier talking to him because I know no matter what he wouldn’t judge me. Trust was probably one of the strongest bonds we had as friends. I would trust him with my lie, and easily take a bullet for him. He was always there for me and I always returned the favor.

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.

It was pouring with rain, the soggy banners were peeling off the wall and the flags were hanging limply from the lamp-post above us but I had never felt happier. “Hi I’m Sophie, I just moved here. Will you be my friend?” Five-year old me asked, smiling earnestly at the marching girl I had ran up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” She said. So we were, for seven years. Although I would hang on the words of people at school, willing them to like me, every evening I would hop round to hers. There I was happy, I felt safe. It was calming to me, to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed very close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.

They say that dogs are a man’s best friend, while it’s true, man is also a dog’s best friend. Humans and dogs benefit from each other, one takes care of and nurtures while the other provides companionship and protection. I’ve always believed in this with dogs that have come into my life which is why I do my best to make sure they enjoy the most out of the life they have. To my dogs, I will always have been in their life since day one, but to me they will unfortunately only be in a small part of it. My dogs have been my best supporters and motivation to continue to carry on with my life when times are tough, because their life is about dedicating their love and attention to me so I would like to give that back to them as well.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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).

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.

It was 1923 when a dog named Hachiko was adopted by Eizaburo Ueno. Hachiko would go to the train station everyday with Eizaburo, and come back to the train station when Eizaburo’s train would return. When Eizaburo died at work, Hachiko would still go to the train station everyday to wait for him. Hachiko died of old age, waiting at the trainstation for his master's return. The story of Hachiko is a story of true friendship between man and animal. It reminds me of the friendship I have with my cat, Sami. Sami is always there for me,she my family and my best friend.

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.