My Best Friend, Michael Desena

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.

The ability to see the humorous appeal in every situation is a rare quality not many of us have, but she undoubtedly has it. It’s a gloomy Sunday morning on the Upper West Side and as I arrive at our favorite diner, I see her through the glass window, sitting by herself while sipping on a cup of coffee. A wide smile appears across her face once she notices that I am looking at her. It’s my childhood best friend, Michelle Driscoll.

I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t all for my family. In some way or another, they have all helped me through distressing times.

When selecting a family for this project, I looked for a family that had a large complexity in within each generation. I decided to interview my best friend B. Gibson Jr. A little history about Mr. Gibson. Mr. Gibson is a junior to his father. He is 43 years of age. Is in his second marriage for 15 years with to P. S. Gibson. They have 4 children, a set of twin’s boys that are 15 and two girls ages 13 and 12. B. G. Jr., is a retired military veteran of 15 years with a degree in engineering and law. At this time he is employed as a law professor at a college within the state of Georgia. Mr. B. Jr. was married to his first wife at the age of 20 to M. M. and divorced five years later. They have two children from their marriage which are a set of twin’s boys. B. Jr. is the oldest of three siblings. His father is a retired military general / business owner and his mother is a Professor at a private historical black college and a school teacher at a local high school.

I am very fortunate to have a family since the day I was born. They gave me shelter, clothes and put food on the table. They love me no matter what and support me whenever I need it. My family consists of my dad, Prince, my mom, Meera and my two younger brothers, Reuben and Nathan. The rest of my family lives in India, which includes my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and great grandparent. I am very lucky to have many amazing friends. I met most of my friends in school. My best friends are Emmanuel and Tanraj. I met Tanraj in grade five and we got along easily. This year we are attending different high schools, but I still keep in touch with him. I met Emmanuel on the first day of junior high school. We are both Malayali (people that have Malayalam as their mother tongue) and christian. I am extremely blessed to have such loving and caring family and

In my opinion the most infuencia person in my family would have to be my oldest sister and her name would be the beloved Jesena Benitez. She is the type of person many people would consider a true friend and to me it is such a blessing to call her sister. Jesena has always supported me and never left my side even when even when many left me alone, besides her she has been a wonderful row model. It is very hard to be a teen mom at such a young age even when many are a baby still. When someone becomes a teen mom at a very young age and does not have such a good support system or at least someone there to guide them through the transition in becoming a teen parent it can be a real struggle. Jesena was a teen parent at the age of 16, she moved a two hours and a half away from us to live with the father of her child, some people and even family began talking bad about her and even looked at her as if she was ruining her life and she or her child will never have anything and some just stopped speaking to her. She now is working at a bank as a bank teller, and currently has three children and their ages are 10, 7, and 2. She works very day to continue to give her children everything that they want and need and in my opinion she does a wonderful job, as a teen mom myself, it is a big struggle. In some cases, people continue to neglect young teens because they become young parent but to me that doesn’t matter as long as teen parent continue to battle their struggles and continue to put their kids first and give them al they can then that all that matters.

Of course, another day at the place that everyone dreads to wake up to go to every morning, school. Everyone is given a locker, classes, and obviously some sort of education! But going to school and just learning is just boring, so that's why talking to friends and people that you like can either make your day great or just plain bad. But in this case, I will describe who is in my life and who I interact with on any average school day.

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.

I am thirteen years old, Ryan Clawford, and my best friend is Carl. I have two large eyes and ears and a faint freckle on my cheek. I live in a huge mansion as big as an apartment building and that is where I am right now hanging out with Carl. Some people state that Carl is imaginative, but I can see him and I know that Carl is real. My parents are worried that I do not have friends even though I tell them about Carl all the time. Carl and I have been friends since I was born. We do everything together like we play in the park together, we go to school together, we go shopping together, we eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together and we also sleep together.

So many wonderful things have happened in my life and I am thankful every day for it. My family is very supportive and are always there for me whenever I need them. They support me about my decision on what to go to college for and they are always pushing me to try harder and put myself out there. They have made the first eighteen years of my life great and I don’t know how I will ever repay them.

March 11th, 2014, I was lying in my bed listening to music, when my sister went up to me and told me, "Andi died." Andi was my best friend at the time. When we were younger, Andi and I would spend almost every weekend together. We would play together at recess in elementary school. I remember playing horse and cowboy. One person would down on their hands and feet, and the other would sit on their back. The person who was on the ground would try to walk around and throw the other person off of their back. I always was the horse, because she was significantly shorter and smaller than I was. I always attempted to sound like a horse "neigh, neigh". Andi was part of my group of friends at school, whenever someone had a birthday party, we would all be invited. At my friend Anna's birthday party one year. We played the dance game Michael Jackson: The Experience. Whenever there was a dance duet, Andi would want to play because she was obsessed with Michael Jackson, but no one wanted to play with her. After a while, I went up and told her I would do it with her. After that, we would spend hours upon hours dancing to Michael Jackson.

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

It was a Monday afternoon that would start the worst week of my life. Losing someone is tough, but losing someone who has been your best friend ever since you met him which you’ve been with for around 9 years is seriously tough. This happened a around 4 years ago in December. It happened a few days before Christmas. What a Christmas present. This would be the first Christmas without my best friend. It’s hard losing someone that is always right there with you.

I was told by my father that when I was born, Arlene and Ryan were expecting my arrival to join the family. They loved me with all their heart and that’s when I started to figure out what is love being a family is about. Day after day, morning till night, I loved being around with my siblings. Although some love can be fall apart when

I was walking home from school one day when I first noticed something wrong, I could feel eyes on me even though I could not see anyone anywhere near me. As I was walking along I heard someone from behind me calling my name.