My Best Friend

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.

In the winter of 8th grade, I began to disconnect from my friends, mainly my ‘best friend’. I didn’t have as much fondness of her as I would’ve had a few years ago. I didn’t laugh with her as much, and we didn’t hang out as often or even feel the need to. It was as if I didn’t want to be with her.

I wanted to fit in like any other teenager and I scoured the school trying to find a person who I could call my best friend. I found that person and he was worth it at the time.We hung out, we shared secrets and he took me to my first football game. We were friends for about 2 years and I knew that he was my best friend. After his breakup with my friend, he told me that he and I were never best friends nor were we friends and that I was just a “mere acquaintance”. He also told me that he was just friends with me because his at the time girlfriend was my friend and now that they weren't dating he didn't have to be an amiable person to me. My first long friendship died and killed me for months.Time passed and I need help so my high school advisor helped me understand that I didn't need him and that he wasn’t worth my heartache and that all I needed was to just get over him and make better friends and enjoy life.

I knew something was wrong the summer my best friend walked through me. Katie was like any other normal eight year old. She loved princesses, castles, and had an imagination like I had never experienced. Katie and I had been friends since she was two years old and had always been inseparable. Everywhere Katie went, I went. Our friendship was one of perfection, filled with elegant tea parties, heroic missions, and sleepy bedtime ballads. Katie was my everything and I was hers, at least until that day on the playground.

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.

Throughout my seventeen years of living my life there had been major issues that I didn’t think I would be able to get through. Dealing with all the enemies and troubled people I experienced in my lifetime already. One relationship I can say that was difficult and sometimes still is to maintain is my best friend Anna. Usually best friends would be similar, and that is why they are best friends from all the similarities. Anna and I are actually completely different people and that what made us stronger. From her being my opposite helped me to become the person I am today, which is being more wise , enthusiastic, and creative. Sometimes our opposites make us stronger than we were before.

Bang! I woke up to the sound of the garbage man slamming the heavy garbage can to the ground. Every Saturday I woke up to that same sound except this Saturday was a special one. It’s the day I had been waiting for, for about two months, now my trip to Madagascar! I was fortunate enough to be going for fourteen spectacular days with my best friend Colin. Colin had been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I had made so many great memories with him and I can’t wait to make more. He is the definition of a perfect friend with his funny and outgoing personality. We were staying at this premium all inclusive resort, which had endless fresh caught shrimp and squeezed tropical juices! Colin had always rambled about wanting to go somewhere exotic so we decided to explore a part of the world we had never seen for our Christmas break. Also it was a nice bonus to get away from the windy city of Chicago which was starting to get colder in the winter months. I heard a knock on my door and rushed down the stairs of my apartment. I could see Colin’s broad and short figure through the frosted glass of my door. He came in and we feasted on some Cheerios and fruit, It was going to be a very long flight from Chicago to Madagascar and we didn’t want to be hungry on the plane. The adrenaline rushing through his body was evident to me. Oh, I forgot to mention we were taking Colin’s parent’s private jet. The clock read nine-thirty and our flight took off at eleven so we decided to pack

To speak two different languages is such a powerful trait to have. One of my best friends is bilingual and she amazes me. Her name is Evelyn and I met her four years ago. I was eleven when we first met and she was ten. She lives in Montevideo, Uruguay. I made the long and dreadful trip back there when I was thirteen. It was like a big happy family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an odd way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and amazing church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.

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 friends. Leah would have loved this I thought. Leah was a talll, 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 i'll 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.

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.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Standing in front of the camera with a dirty white rag around my neck. Wearing the all-orange jumpsuit and the uncomfortable orange slippers. "Stand up straight and look forward." The only thing that was going through my head while the officer was instructing me as he took my mug shots was how everybody was going to know. "Now, turn to your right." Not only was I embarrassed but I was scared and I had this mega hatred towards my best friend.

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.

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.

I am an introvert and public speaking is very hard for me. I genuinely like school and I even the academic side of school, especially math and science. School is also fun because I get to see all my friends everyday. My best friends however, don’t go to Paul Revere, my best friends are my neighbors. My favorite neighbor is my best friend Theo, he would say I’m very funny, but he is even funnier. My family and friends would probably describe me as kind, funny, helpful, easy-going, and laid back. I would describe myself as outgoing and helpful. I like to put other people's needs before my own. Around people I don’t know very well I am usually quiet. I am good at getting my friends to laugh. At school I am usually very quiet inside of my