My Best Friend

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.

It's kind of weird how one day you can be so happy that you feel like nothing could ever bring you down, and the next day you feel so depressed that you don't want to come out of your room. That's the way it was for me. One day I was playing basketball and going to youth group, the next I was laying in my room feeling sick.

We all need to be more grateful in life. You take a moment and you don't think about how it will affect you, or your family, or even your closest friend. Everything affects anything you do or say. I'm going to be writing about the day I lost my best friend. Well we made up now and are friends but we will never be as close as we were. I'm not going to be writing about why we aren't friends. More just some memories that have stuck with me over the last year. To basically show how these affected me good and bad.

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.

My day got off the ground normally enough (1). I awoke from a normal night’s dream-filled sleep in my normal, ever-so-drab bedroom. I ate my normal breakfast of possibly burnt toast and bacon. I put on normal clothes that totally weren’t on the floor from the prior week.... I used normal toothpaste that left my breath fresh and minty. I found some normal, albeit dusty, socks, and tied my normal high tops in normal triple knots. I went to school on a normal dirty school bus with the normal annoying people doing their normal thing - studying, listening to music, reading, bullying others for their lunches, et cetera. I sat by my normal bus-friend, Ezra, who did the normal rant about his not-so-normal family life (32). I listened patiently, like a good, normal friend. School was even as normal as sophomore classes can get.

I was afraid of losing one of my best friends due to having feelings for someone I didn’t know that well for a while, but gradually got closer as we hung out nearly day over the summer for two years in a row. I ignored my feelings for a while and brushed it aside, until I decided to step up and confess. It didn’t change anything between us, which I’m thankful for. I eventually learned to just listen to my heart, regardless of what could happen. For better or for worse, I’m glad I did what I did. It made me realize that I could do more things that I had fear of, even if it doesn’t turn out good, only thing that matters is that it was worth a shot to try something new.

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.

My two best friends are the two dogs my family has had over the years, one after the other. Both were Old English Sheepdogs; Wendall, the “Lord of Charlestown” was our second dog in Boston and the one that made the biggest impact on the men and women stationed there. Higgins, our most recently adopted brother, was brought in by my father to soothe my mother’s broken heart over the loss of her furriest son, and now gets away with murder under my father’s lenient watch. My two best friends were also my two brothers. It may be odd, picking dogs as best friends, but I feel it works. They are always beside me, never say bad things, and are in a perpetual state of playtime and happiness. Both of them have been there for difficult times, and whenever I was sad or needed a hug there they were. They proved that dogs are man’s best friends.

October 10th, 2017 a windy day I lost my best friend, my lover and all, but not to death or anything, but to the change of heart. It was a long 4 months I was in love, something I never felt before toward anyone. I met Matarr in 6th grade, that’s when I was taller than him, now he’s huge like a tree, he’s still really dark, and still goofy like the first day we talked. We were best friends ever since we talked everyday day and night all the time we grew up together kind of at least. In 7th grade we just got closer and closer, then in 8th he decided to switch to Ucap I mean at first it was hurt, our friendship did change a little bit though. We still talked every now and then and in December of 2016, I started to catch a crush on him.

My best friend knew everything about me, he watched me grow up, he helped shape me into the person I am today. His help guided me through life, even with him being seven years older than me, and living with a disability. My best friend was my brother, Shawn, and before I knew it, he was gone.

My best friend and I have been friends for a long time. With this long relationship an enormous amount of trust has been built and I feel I am able to tell her anything. Abi has been there through everything both thick and thin, and I can definitely say she knows me better than anyone. In many cases Abi knows things about me that I do not even know but end up figuring out. Having a best friend that I can always count on to be there for me, has been a huge blessing in my life.

Hi, I’m Harper. I’ve had a rough past. My mom left me as a baby so I live with my dad and grandma, I’ve been bullied as a younger kid because of my really big glasses but thank god for contacts. Enosch Is my best friend, he is 14 just like me. He’s a little taller than me and the weird thing is we could be siblings we look exactly alike. He has brown hair, I have brown hair. He has green eyes, I have green eyes. We’ve been friends ever since I moved here, which was about the beginning of the summer. It’s now a week into school and so far I really think I’ll like it here.

June 9, the day my best friend Abby, had gotten her first boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, at the time I was more than happy for her but little did I know that this would change everything, and I mean everything. I can't pinpoint the exact reason that lead to our friendship ending but it all comes down to the fact that it no longer exists. You would expect me to tell about some big fight that ended our friendship and left us both in tears and regrets, because that how things are supposed to end. No, not ours; Ours ended much differently and for many different reasons.

It was starting from one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.

She’s 5’1”, thin, light brown curly hair, big, gorgeous brown eyes, a cute little button nose, and an unforgettable smile. A laugh that’ll chase away any storm you face. Her skin is golden and perfectly toned. My grandmother, my best friend, and my everything. My world. How devastated I was when she passed. I’ll never forget her.