Most people grow up with that one best friend that they do everything with. I had that best friend her name is Emma; I have known Emma since we were both born. My dad and her mom went to high school together and have been friends since. I was a year older than Emma, but we made it work. As years went by we were finally in high school and she started to date my best guy friend, Brandon that I’ve known since 6th grade. Then this huge thing happened, and I had to decide of, never being friends with my best friend again, or try and work things out. I waited for her to apologize so that we could work things out. Unfortunately, that did not happen and we are no longer friends. Emma and Brandon started dating junior year of high school. Everything was perfect, we were all close and hung out all the time. Yes, I was always the third wheel a lot, but they never made it awkward or anything so I didn’t really mind. They dated for about 5 months, maybe more, and one day Brandon told Emma that he was falling in love with her. She didn’t say anything back; which Brandon wasn’t too upset about, but then suddenly, a couple days later she just breaks up with him. I felt so bad for the both of them, but I wasn’t going to pick sides on who was in the wrong, and who was in the right. That was their relationship, not mine, but somehow I got put in the middle of it. Emma told me that she didn’t feel the same way about Brandon, that Brandon felt about her, and thought that she never could.
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
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
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.
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
Towards the end of 2015 I met a boy, let's call him John, and I really liked him. After a while, things were going well until, my best friend at the time, let's call her Cara, came out to me about John in the cafeteria. Not knowing that John
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.
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
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.
This is the story of my high school best friend and me, and how our lives took different paths regardless of what we thought and what we assumed. My friend and I met in a unique way. At that time, I was working for my dad and needed a helper for the job I was performing. I, first told another friend about the job opportunity, which he agreed to take, but on the first day of work he had already changed his mind about working with me and asked another of his friends to take his place. This is how I met the guy that would later turn into my best-friend in my high school years. His name was Albert, he was a year younger than I was, but he talked like if he were five years older than I was; he sounded convincing, and I had no reason to doubt him. I began to build an association of him with a guy that had been schooled by life, he would always have something to say about everything, it was like if in his short life span he had gone through mayor life lessons that he felt open to share with newbies like me. As time continued to pass, our relationship started growing, as well as my suspicions to everything he would tell me; I soon learned that he would probably make a great writer, due to his immense imagination.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.