My Best Friend

John evolved into my best friend and, wrapping myself in his world, I disregarded the importance of my core group of friends. We reached interpersonal commitment and all of my time belonged to John. We went to events and hung out according to his time frame, with little consideration for my needs. All John said was “no, I don’t want to do that,” and I respected his decision. Looking

One of my obstacles that I have been faced with is not having any extra time to hang out with my best friends. All my friends think I am neglecting them. They think I don’t care about them anymore. I care about my friends a lot, I am used to

John evolved into my best friend and, wrapping myself in his world, I lost my core group of friends. We had reached interpersonal commitment. All of my time belonged to John. We went to events and hung out according to his time frame, with little consideration for my time. All John needed to say was “no, I don’t want to do that,” and I respected his decision. Looking back, I realize how little John respected me. Our relationship grew in predictability as we learned each other’s schedules, emotions, and family habits. Dates always went the same way, involving dinner with his family followed by a rented movie. Our interactions never involved social bonding beyond our families. Instead, moments of novelty, like rock

This applies to friends, as well. In The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, Bruno and Shmuel are good friends but after one of them gets taken away during war times due to his religion, things change. “[Shmuel] stared at the food in his hand for a moment and then looked up at Bruno with wide and grateful but terrified eyes. He threw one more glance in the direction of the door and then seemed to make a decision, because he thrust all three slices into his mouth in one go and gobbled them down in twenty seconds flat” (Boyne 386). Even though the two practically grew up together, Shmuel’s personality has

Growing up I was always the student who colored in the lines and tried to do nothing wrong. I appreciated getting praised by adults for things I did correctly because it made me feel significant. My best friend, at the time, was completely opposite of me. She would cause havoc and wouldn’t care about who she hurt in the process. I tried to show her my ways by leading by example, but it didn’t work. Soon, she got into smoking and hanging out with boys which I did not approve of because I was afraid of the consequences thereafter. I am a religious person who would attend church service weekly. My best friend believed in God, but didn’t really care for much after that. In high school, her behavior began to spiral out of control. About a week after

Matthew and Rachel, my two best friends since childhood, have quite similar backgrounds, yet, are starkly different in their lifestyle choices. While they are close to the same physical age, they are at very different stages in life. Matthew decided to skip college and instead traveled the world after high school. After a couple years of living this vegabond lifestyle, he settled down and started a family. In contrast, Rachel went straight to junior college, received her Associates and started promptly on her Bachelors degree at an out of state college. After graduating with her Bachelors, she started researching Graduates school, never even giving a single thought to family life or other personal relationships. Both Matthew and Rachel grew

The moment my cousin lost his best friend, his world was filled with sorrow. It all started when they were in college, my cousin “Courtney” was 20 at the time, and he met this girl at a campus coffee shop and her name was Sarah, she was 18. What attracted Courtney to Sarah was how much of a beautiful, and charming girl she was; and her chestnut brown eyes and straight brown hair.

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.

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.

It was a Monday afternoon that would start the worst week of my life. Losing someone is tough, but losing someone who has been your best friend ever since you met him which you’ve been with for around 9 years is seriously tough. This happened a around 4 years ago in December. It happened a few days before Christmas. What a Christmas present. This would be the first Christmas without my best friend. It’s hard losing someone that is always right there with you.

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.

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.

Never, should I had ever judged her amazing skill. She was as smooth as velvet, as fast as a cheetah. All of a sudden that changed. My best friend, a tall, energetic, fun-loving girl by the name of Autumn Rodriguez and I were walking to the field from the parking lot. MY nose started to flinch because of the old road with a sewer like smell. We had a quick glance at each other but we did not say anything. Instead, we discussed what we thought we were going to do at practice.

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.

I am learning to over come the loss of my best friends. Jenna was a great athlete and a compassionate young woman who always put others first and just was truly caring. It was very hard to just understand how she died by drowning in the lake. When my mom had told me what happened I automatically thought it was a sick joke since I just saw her a few days ago. It was then that I realized she was not joking. It was as if time had froze, it was real, Jenna was really gone and was never coming back. It was and still is hard to believe she is never coming back.