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.

In middle school I met a girl who quickly became my best friend. After we met, we did nearly everything together. We were simply incepreable. We continued to be very close all the way up into junior year of high school. This is when she met and started dating one of the senior boys from our school. She had always had a thing for "bad boys" and this boy was a picture perfect representation of one. After she started seeing him more, I started seeing her less and less. The boy she was dating apparently disliked me; a lot. He began to take control of everything in her life. When she came to lunch everyday at school, she would sit with me and a group of my friends and tell us how he would hit

In 8th grade we started out as the unbreakable group of friends. We spent as much time together as we could. It was the friendship I always wanted. Until it wasn't. Soon we started getting annoyed with Molly. Eventually we ended the friendship. The worst and most devastating way possible. We quit talking to her. Of course we thought she was the bad guy and she thought we were the bad guys. We never really had a major blow up, there was no gigantic dramatic fight in front of the whole school like you see in the movies. Just hurt feelings on each side. We had enormous amounts of detest for each other. Our relationship ended around the middle of 8th grade. After that Hailey and I grew incredibly close. She was my absolute best friend. Both my parents loved her. She helped me through my uncle's death, helped my mom and I pack our house up when we moved. This all occurred after we were no longer friends with Molly. But all good things come to an end. Just

Over this summer we got into our second argument while being in this friendship. The first argument was because she was being stingy with her dolls and would not let me play with them. I took the doll she left over my house and threw it in the mud. We were not friends for 30 minutes. The second argument we got into was this summer. Naya was talking to this boy. I told her she shouldn’t and that he’s no good. She didn’t listen. I just let her make her own decisions when it came to him. As long as she didn’t do the bad thing with him I was good. My boyfriend at the time was cousins with the boy Naya messed with. He told me that Naya and Chank did the bad thing that I did not approve of. This made me mad. So before I went off on her, I asked her if it was true. She lied to me. Me, her best friend, how could she lie to me? I know everything about her. Why would she lie to me? This hurt me to the core. I couldn’t look at her let alone speak to her. Our friendship at that point was over. Ten years of memories gone down the drain. I left Effingham County without even saying good bye. We didn’t talk for the rest of the summer. I couldn’t believe it. We knew it was official because we deleted all of our pictures on Instagram. I felt like it was more of a break-up than our friendship just being

Every time I told her something that was important to me she would simply tell me she doesn’t care. We started drifting apart, it came to the point where I didn’t even want to talk when she was around because I was too afraid she was going to say something to me. People would tell Madison that I acted differently when she wasn’t around, I would actually talk and laugh. She questioned me about it and I didn’t know how to answer so I just said I didn’t know. Eventually the only time she talked to me was when she needed something, as in the homework she never did. I started to feel used, but I hid that from everyone. I don’t know why, but she always had to one-up me and I always stayed loyal to her. It was like I was on a leash, I couldn’t get away from her. It’s not that I wanted to get away, it’s the fact that I could never stand up for myself and say no. I was weaker than her and she took advantage of that. School started coming to an end and she decided that she wanted to move back to Florida for her final years of high school. This is when she started to crawl back into my life, easing her way in because I’m a constantly open gate. I let it all happen, because I’m not that person. I won’t do you the way you did me. I’m too nice. She never changed completely, she still had a terrible attitude, but I think she didn’t want to leave our friendship on lousy terms. I didn’t want

My friend Bryan and I had never been in a situation like this one before. We had always promised each other that nothing or no one would ever interfere with our friendship. Well this particular school year everything was about to change. We started the year off great, playing football, and looking forward to our big homecoming dance. This is when we would meet the girl that would almost destroy our friendship. We all met up at a mutual friend’s house who was throwing an after party bash.

My relationship with Haley is the perfect example of the saying, “friends come and friends go.” We were inseparable all throughout our high school years. Senior year we even decided to go to the same college, Kent State University, and live together. Unfortunately, the summer before we moved in she got a boyfriend. We went through all the stages of the social penetration theory, sadly even depenetration. In the beginning, we had to make our way through the uncertainties we had about each other. Then toward the end I started to see that I was putting in way more effort than she was, bringing social exchange theory into the mix. As a result of this, we no longer talk anymore.

On November 19th, 2016, my best friend Olivia and I got in the biggest fight we’ve ever had. I grew up with Olivia my best friend, and like a sister to me. My mom worked for Olivia’s dad cleaning their house, and took care of her mom during her pregnancy with Olivia. A year after Olivia was born and my mom would take me to work with her so that we could play. I am a grade older than her. I practically grew up with Olivia. Olivia is a blonde, blue eyed girl, with really long hair, she has a roundish pale face with freckles, and loves to wear makeup. I am a brunette, brown eyed girl, with short hair, an oval shaped face. I was always really close to Olivia growing up and did almost everything with her. Then slowly we started to drift apart.

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.

    Picture this, 8th grade in middle school, your best friend at the time (Tabby) gets a boyfriend (Levi) and tells him, “Don’t you dare get a crush on my best friend, literally everyone does.” She also tells me, “It’s girl code that you can’t date him as long as we are friends.” You can probably guess how well that friendship went after they finally broke it off. She never knew how I felt towards him, how I thought of how well I would treat him if he was mine. I wanted them to break up and would always suggest it to her when she would complain about the relationship. Even though she tried telling me there was love in their relationship, I knew it was only one sided because she wouldn’t treat him well. She was always looking for another person before even deciding that she was breaking up with them and always flirting with people, even if they

Over the last year, I have discovered that the number one rule in life is to never judge a book by its cover. Throughout my high school career, I became close with my boyfriend’s best friend, Mikey Lucrezio. He had a rambunctious, hilarious, lively personality that could sway the mood of any room he walked into. Mikey was a Varsity baseball player, a member of the National Honor Society, and one of my good friends. Senior year, I was greeted every day in Biology class with him screaming at the top of his lungs about something that made no sense and him flexing his biceps to show us how much they have grown in the last 24 hours. I regularly attended baseball games throughout high school and I vividly remember him rallying his team before every game and being everyone’s biggest supporter throughout times of difficulty. Things like these are the reason why you never really know what is going on in someone’s head. Even though he was often the one to cheer up the people around him, he heavily relied on people to be there for him as well. Usually that worked out for him, but over the course of the past summer he broke up with his girlfriend of two years, had many falling outs with some of his other friends, and experienced newfound family issues. Relying on other people for comfort was no longer an option.

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 friend. Leah would have loved this I thought. Leah was a tall, 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 ill 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.

In the past, what I have always considered close friends were the small group of girls I had known since we were grade school. Never did I ever think one night would change my view and perspective on life for the next three years: the night I met my best friend. Will approached me when I was with a friend at a school football game, and we immediately hit it off. Before you start thinking to yourself, “oh another cliche high school romance”, think again, because it is anything but cliche. One year later of hours spent together, I was the happiest I ever had been because Will wasn’t just another boyfriend; he understood me like no one ever had, and seemed to know me better than all of what I ever thought were my closest friends.

I have two best friends, Jimmy and Greg, and they have been my best friends since middle school. We met the first day of middle school during recess. All three of us loved hanging out with each other than, and continue hanging out every day now. Although, Jimmy and Greg do not normally hang out without me. My best friends, Jimmy and Greg, are total opposites of each other. Personality wise Jimmy is very outgoing, meanwhile, Greg is antisocial. Furthermore, my friend Jimmy goes to college unlike Greg who works two full-time jobs. Lastly, Greg’s hobby includes car racing while Jimmy’s hobby includes collecting sneakers.

When I was younger I always wanted a friend, a best friend, a friend that I could confide in and would always be there for me. Throughout the years I’ve had several male and female friends but none scared me as bad as my so called best friend my 12th grade year. In summer of 2007 I moved from Jackson to Crockett county because my mother got a divorce. At the time, I didn’t have my license so I could drive myself to school so I had to change schools. There was this girl named Nicole who lived down the street from my grandmother. Me and her had grown close to throughout the years because on the weekends or during the summertime I would spend a lot of time at my grandmothers. During the summer Nicole and I would spend a lot of time hang out and she eventually got me a job at the local dairy queen where she worked. By the time school started Nicole and I were inseparable, we were always together. One night when we were at work a group of boys she knew came in. They kept asking who I was but she told them I didn’t want them and for them to stop looking at me. After they left I asked her what did they say and she said that one of them liked me. After that she got very quit and didn’t say anything the rest of the night. When we got off we did I normal routine, we would ride around for a while and talked about the latest gossip, listen to music and then go home.