My Best Friend

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.

The day I meet my best friend was when I was fifteen, and I met him while visiting my uncle. Even though I had seen him in school, I had never talked to him. Surprisingly after we started talking, it only took us three months to start dating. After two years, we are now engaged. This wonderful man has shown me that getting abused is not what every man does, and that you can’t show love that way. In addition, he has also helped me graduate high school by being there for me and pushing me to do better. With him I have learned that when someone truly loves you they will want you to do the best in life.

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.

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.

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.

He was my childhood best friend.Our friendship was above any other relationships.Nothing could disunite us not even our parents.We had different embodiment, but we had the same understanding and knowledge.We used to deceit to our parent to hang out frequently.We were ready to demise and assassinate anyone for particular, that’s what acquaintance do…We were kinda like that.And of course, we would sit with our best companion and not miss day to troll a teacher and make some pandemonium. And, yeah, of course, if he’s not coming to school, I am not going either.

A best friend is someone sent just for you, like a soul mate. A best friend is “a person’s closest friend.” A mother is there to raise you, up in the path of right. She is there to guide you, down the path to success. Mothering is “bringing up a child with care and affection.” I was fortunate enough to have gotten a two in one. My mom is my best friend.

Having a best friend is the most precious feeling I have had the chance to experience, and I pray that everyone could have a friendship like mine. I met my best friend in the eighth grade and unfortunately, I didn’t realize how special she was. We weren’t inseparable in middle school, and we didn’t talk as much as I wish we had, but our relationship grew with the start of high school. We were joined together by our mutual interest in choir and, finally, it became clear that she was just like me. We progressed through our freshman year and at the end, we went on a choir trip. At the beginning of the trip, everything was perfect but by the end, things began to fall apart. I became selfish, barely thinking about her feelings, and I drew everyone into an argument. This was the first big disagreement in our relationship, and I thought I had ruined everything. She, however, forgave me and gave me the first of many chances to redeem myself.

“Okay sissy, don't cry,” she pleaded. I knew the day was converging, but I tried not to think about it. She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.

For many people their best friend may never be a person most times it is an animal of some sort. Almost fourteen years of my life I have had my best friend his name is Drake he is a black lab. The best thing that has ever happened in my life I don’t ever think that I will be able to find another one exactly like him. I had from the time I started school to just before senior year.

Just think, in the whole entire universe, there is only one person that is exactly like you, and that is you. There is no one that can compare to you. This is the story of me, the only Kayla Webster in the universe, and some of my background. I was named after my mom’s favorite gentle little girl at the daycare she worked at when she was younger. This little girl named Kayla had deep brown eyes and dark brown hair. When my mom saw her, she instantly wanted her child to look like that. She loved the name Kayla because she thought is was unique. The day I came into the world, I was instantly named Kayla. To this day I’ve always had brown eyes and dark brown hair. The name Kayla means “keeper of the keys” which translates to pure. My last name, Webster, is an English name and means weaver.

Gorham, Maine, was a large town, surrounded by boring history from pilgrims and greasy pizzerias that stunk of moldy tomato sauce. I was in 4th grade, and I had a lot of friends. My best friend’s name was Christian, he would do every bad thing you could imagine from cussing out kids on the playground to getting in random fights. I’m not really sure how we became friends, but we did anyway. Even though the area where I grew up was rough. I liked it a lot. I had awesome friends and an awesome neighborhood were I was able to ride my bike everywhere and go down to the pond to catch some frogs. I had my mind set and I didn’t want to move. At the time I played multiple sports, and soccer was my favorite. I loved playing defense, and laying people out when they would come onto my side of the field. I also liked it because I started every game and was never subbed off. Anyway after a long day at school I would take the bus home with my only brother who was always annoying and frustrating because he never liked to try anything new. Like that time when we were at my grandmas house and he wouldn’t even try to eat a piece of salad. God he was frustrating, another time we went skiing and he was afraid of going down the hill. Everyday we entered Ms.Linda’s creeky, bacteria filled bus that was coated in sticky sugar juice from the other kids.

It is remarkable how much a single person can influence another's life. Since November 25, 2001 you have always been by my side and been there when I needed you. To this day you are still my largest role model and I still look up to you.

The adrenaline rushes through my veins. My heart speeds and within one second, there is more than ten beats. The pain travels from my head to my toes as the cool object touches my skin. I shiver at first, just a little bit, and I start the punishment. School seems to be at the back of my memory. Well, that is until I am interrupted by the ringing of my phone. The song cool kids ringtone plays from my phone and I know who is calling just by one ring. It's him.

When I was younger, I loved going to Nanny and Pop Pop’s house with my brother and my cousin. We always played in the computer room. We ended up playing with the few stuffed animals my grandparents had. Sometimes we went out back where Nanny was usually tanning and Pop Pop was usually building or painting. My little cousin, Abby, and I always hung out in the shed or played down the alley way. My grandparents had a small house, but that house is full of my favorite memories.