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.

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.

There was always a difference though, having him instead of my dad. It was always weird having my brother teach me how to play football, instead of my own father. He also taught me how to respect people I love. Everything my brother has taught me over these years, there was someone who taught me the best lessons: my dad. He taught me not to drink. He taught me not to swing for no reason at all. He taught me what not to be as a father. They both have impacted my life for good, and bad at

Once I was seated in the truck, my mom didn’t bother sitting in her seat. She stood outside of the truck, waiting until my brother and I were situated. Then she began to tell me that my beloved dog Apollo had died this morning. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was already having a bad day because I forgot my homework for Social Studies. So, all of my anger and sadness came out right there. Why me? Why now? I

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.

To speak two different languages is such a impressive 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 gigantic family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an peculiar way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and prodigious church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.

I’m Bree. I am 14 years old. I am not popular, but I want to be really bad. I am very shy, I don’t have many frends, I’m average height, and I love to read. I have a sister named Laura, but she lives with her friend in Californa.  My best friend is named Chase, I’ve known him since birth and he’s the one of the most popular boys at school. He is tall, athletic, and has dirty blonde hair like me.

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.

Once upon a time, I thought I was in a fairy tale. His name was Emmett. We met in preschool, and have been best friends ever since. Emmett is a jock on the football team, with a very soft heart. We had lived as neighbors together in the town of Billings, Montana, since I was born, and had been inseparable. Until a year ago, when we were fifteen, he floated away. He met a girl named Raychel, a snotty, rich, shallow, cheer captain. They were awful together because Emmett has always been a warm hearted person. At school, they would walk down the halls with both of their little possies, and Emmett would not even look at me. Whenever he saw me, he would wince, and look away. Today, I was on my way to Sculptural Art, when he saw me, and walked up to me. He told me that he was going to a movie, and wanted me to come. I, of course, flustered, said yes. Tonight, we would meet, at the Rockwell Movie theatre, to see Merge. While we watched the seemingly, never ending horror movie, everything felt like normal. We laughed, and screamed together, just like old times. While we were walking out of the theatre, Raychel walked by us with a mad, and upset face. I murmured, confused because it was the first time I had been with him in over a year. I asked Emmett, and he said they had recently broke up! I was overjoyed, but upset at the sametime. Emmett just kept walking like nothing was wrong. Myself, being a short, tiny, nerd, had to practically run to keep up with his long, tall strides.

My most difficult moment would have to be when I lost my best friend. It taught me fear, anger, and sadness. It taught me that anything I will ever come to know and love will soon some day die. Yes it is sad, isn’t it? It all started December 7th, 2007. For my golden birthday, I got this beautiful cockatiel bird. It was yellow with grey and white feathers and it even had some feathers sticking up on his head. It had red cheeks, a beautiful little whistle, and little cute feet that made him walk like a grandpa. I named it Marvo. Yes, I know, it is a silly name, but ever since I could talk, I remember asking for a pet. When I finally got Marvo, I was one of the most happiest people alive. I remember I would always play with him when I got home. I don’t remember how old he was, but I do remember when he was a baby, he would eat baby bird food. He was the one person I loved the most. I treasured and cared for him more than most people care for their pets. I would pick up all his messes when I would not even pick up mine. He taught me responsibility and what it was like to raise someone. It was not a perfect job, but it was a good job. I remember training him, when he had to go to the bathroom to fly to his cage. I also remember when one time he went to the bathroom with my mom, he hid and my mom got in the shower. He had to go to the bathroom so he went on the real toilet, I was so proud of him. He was the best, he would like my mom more thought, he would follow her

She was the best friend anyone could have, kind, compassionate you know the type. The ones you think will never leave you no matter what always by your side through thick and thin, the one that feels like they’re your lost sibling.

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

During senior year of high school I never thought I would lose a best friend. I never knew how much pain I would feel or how much pain I would cause. This was the worst part of that whole year. Losing a friend can be for the bets or for the worst, but for me it was both. I am thankful I did not go down the bad path that my friend was going down, however, it still breaks my heart not having her as my best friend.

I wasn’t expecting to lose my best friend who had been by my side since 4K. From the first day of 4K on, Hannah and I clicked. We were inseparable, and never left each other's side. From eating lunch together to begging the teachers to sit by each other until they agreed to it. Hannah was petite and had long, brown hair with bright hazel eyes. She was an outgoing, kind-hearted best friend and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. If in any situation I was feeling gloomy or sick, Hannah was always there trying her hardest to put a smile on my face and I couldn’t have been more grateful. She was the upbeat half of our friendship where I, on the other hand, tried to be too realistic and she helped me loosen up and enjoy the life I was blessed with.