My Best Friend In My Life

It was a dark scary night , I found myself in a graveyard. It wasn't the scariest place I've been but it's still pretty scary. I definitely felt a presence near me but I ignored it. This graveyard wasn't a normal graveyard. There were many gravestones but only one stood out.

The world has your life as a mystery and a game. The wind blows by, and the winter air flushes against my face. At first, my heart was beating fast, thinking of unpredictable situations, looking for the way out of the forest. But, what have I done? I only remember when I was little, pretending to be a spy, capturing the unwelcome gentlemen, adventurous, curious, and peculiar. But, there was also my best friend Chris with me. Although, what could I have ever done to him? There were times that Chris and I would go on these adventures, where we would try to capture all of the money from these top spy ninjas. Chris and I used to be best friends and somehow driven into this extended argument that I wasn't even part of.

Many people say that they have many friends, whether it’s on social media or in the real world. While this may be true, the question begs, what makes a person a best friend? I like to think that a best friend has to stand out from the rest in the crowd. Some people may think a best friend gains that title just because they’ve known each other for a while. To me it’s more than just title given out because of time, it has to be earned.I only have three people who I would call my best friend.Their names are Shelby, Elizabeth, and Joseph.They all share these important qualities: trustworthiness, dependability, and unconditional love.

"That'll be fine. If you'd like anything at all I'll be at the just around the corner on Maple Street. Otherwise, you folks have a splendid night, I'll check up on you in a week."

“Well, we will see how well he follows through - it’s been less than 100 days.” Dad replied skeptically.

“Uh, yeah,” you stuttered, faking a smile and sticking his I.D. back in the wallet and closing in, patting it for good measure.

“And Ethan I saw some good shots from you. I hope you decide to trial.” The teacher noted. Same gave him a smile for the compliment.

“Thanks for the reassurance guys,” Andrew said sarcastically while rolling his eyes and packing up to go to his next class. He meandered to his next class somberly while staring into the library, ogling at the enormous bookshelves that might have been higher than his life goals would ever be.

“Ok more for me” while I chuckled a little. “So, would you like to go fishing this afternoon? In October is the best time to catch some perch”

“I just figured that if we played a game, it would take your mind off of it.”

Jessica’s eyes found the ground and she gulped. Phil stared at her waiting for an answer until she looked up and grinned brightly. "I'm doing great! College is fun, but there’s a lot of work.”

“Are you not going to kill me?” she asked, searching his eyes for an answer.

“Well maybe you can stay at my house for the next few days,” Harold offered.

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.”

The fact that I actually met my best friend is somewhat of a miracle; it almost never happened. When I was in the seventh grade, my sisters and me were going to different churches. I had been going to the same church since I was in the second grade, while at the time my sisters had been going to a different church for over a year. My mother decided it was time that I went to their church instead of the one I was currently attending. I, of course, hated this idea. I had never felt so strongly about something in my entire life. All my friends were at that church and I had no reason to want to leave. However, I didn’t have a choice, and had to go to Sunday service the next day at a completely new church.