My Best Friend

First of all, this isn’t a guilt trip or me blaming anyone or anything like that. I don’t expect a reply, hell I don’t even expect you to read it, but if you do read it please read it well and try to understand it. Please don’t get angry or upset, not that I think you will. I just need to get everything off my chest, so please just allowed me to do that.

Hi, I’m Harper. I’ve had a rough past. My mom left me as a baby so I live with my dad and grandma, I’ve been bullied as a younger kid because of my really big glasses but thank god for contacts. Enosch Is my best friend, he is 14 just like me. He’s a little taller than me and the weird thing is we could be siblings we look exactly alike. He has brown hair, I have brown hair. He has green eyes, I have green eyes. We’ve been friends ever since I moved here, which was about the beginning of the summer. It’s now a week into school and so far I really think I’ll like it here.

A best friend is someone sent just for you, like a soul mate. A best friend is “a person’s closest friend.” A mother is there to raise you, up in the path of right. She is there to guide you, down the path to success. Mothering is “bringing up a child with care and affection.” I was fortunate enough to have gotten a two in one. My mom is my best friend.

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.

She was a loving wife, mother and grandmother and while she may not always shower you with hugs and kisses, she found ways to express her love in her own special way, through her actions. Often times when I was younger and my parents needed someone to watch me, I would go over to my nanas and pawpaws. In the mornings she would always make me two scrambled eggs, toast with butter and jelly and chocolate milk. Being aware of my love for chocolate milk, whenever she would hear of me coming she would say to my pawpaw, “okay, Benny I have to run to Kroger and get Allison her chocolate milk.” This simple gesture illuminates the kind of

Quiet, nothing comes out of my mouth as I watch my two best friends giggling with their so-called “new friend”. I watch as I stand next to my rusting faded blue locker squeaking as I shut it. Her blonde hair, tan skin, and short posture resembles mine as she walks down the cluttered 7th grade hallway. Jadyn, my friend joyfully runs to me with a delighted smile, it’s hard to miss her when she’s wearing her favorite bright neon green shirt. Her almond hair is all over her face from her voyage over to me while getting pushed around like a ball in a pinball machine. She then tells me in a ecstatic voice how Ali is going to be in my class. My heart drops as I stare into the emerald eyes of my best friend since kindergarten hoping it’s a joke. Of course she is in all of my classes I think as my hands sweat from nerves, my first day of 7th grade is already scary enough, I don’t want to deal with her too.

More than ⅔ of Americans have lost their best friend my story starts on January 25, 2017 I was in the 7th Grade and I had lost someone very close and important to me, they were my best friend whom I’d talk to on a daily basis at school, at home, and even outside of school we always had found a way to hang out with each other until this day all of that had changed we don’t text, facetime, hangout , or sit with each other anymore , it was all gone we’re not even in the same hallway anymore it’s almost like the saying “ Whatever happens there , stays there “ but in this case it’s “ Whatever happens in 7th Grade stays in 7th Grade.”

As the first tear rolled down my cheek in that hospital bed I kept on repeating that one sentence over and over again. “You are my best friend”. Before that point in time, I was completely lost. I had no sense of friendship and believed this would continue on. Realizing that the text sent to my phone earlier that day was true I felt a happiness I haven’t felt before. I continuously wrote down what she had sent me into my notebook. “You are my best friend”. So many thoughts rushed in and out of my head as that sentence rang truer and truer in my head.

It was 1923 when a dog named Hachiko was adopted by Eizaburo Ueno. Hachiko would go to the train station everyday with Eizaburo, and come back to the train station when Eizaburo’s train would return. When Eizaburo died at work, Hachiko would still go to the train station everyday to wait for him. Hachiko died of old age, waiting at the trainstation for his master's return. The story of Hachiko is a story of true friendship between man and animal. It reminds me of the friendship I have with my cat, Sami. Sami is always there for me,she my family and my best friend.

It was November on the farm I remember because, I could feel the fresh, cool crisp wind on my face. All those dried up brown piles of leaves on the ground that my dad was picking up and putting into large black plastic bags. I was 8 years old when my mom brought home Arnold, he was this pink little thing. With little white hair all over his body and a curly tail, my very first pig. We would become best friend over the years, we played every day as he grew older into an adult. Taking rides were one of my favorite things to do on a dirt road that was just behind my house. I would hop on his dirty pink back, holding on to his thick pink ears my feet barely touching the ground. Sometime he would go so fast that I would fall off hitting elbows first, then the rest of my body would be thrown from Arnold. He would stop and stand there looking at me with his big brown eyes and long eyelashes like he was worried if I was hurt. Then when I would get up he would run off or wait for me to get on for another ride. All that love and attention that I had given him over the years affected him too, I was his best friend we became inseparable.

My day got off the ground normally enough (1). I awoke from a normal night’s dream-filled sleep in my normal, ever-so-drab bedroom. I ate my normal breakfast of possibly burnt toast and bacon. I put on normal clothes that totally weren’t on the floor from the prior week.... I used normal toothpaste that left my breath fresh and minty. I found some normal, albeit dusty, socks, and tied my normal high tops in normal triple knots. I went to school on a normal dirty school bus with the normal annoying people doing their normal thing - studying, listening to music, reading, bullying others for their lunches, et cetera. I sat by my normal bus-friend, Ezra, who did the normal rant about his not-so-normal family life (32). I listened patiently, like a good, normal friend. School was even as normal as sophomore classes can get.

Dear Julia, It’s Catherine and I don’t write that much to you because i’m either too lazy to type up something or that I’m just too dumb. For the most part this year I just wanna write little something for u to read, today or whenever ur feeling lost. So hopefully this works and if it doesn’t go get more chicken nuggets and coffee. It’s so amazing how everyday I wake up and realize to myself how am I so lucky to have three amazing people in my life. One of them I wanna talk about in this letter. When someone comes to your life and you expect nothing out of it but suddenly there right in front of you is everything you ever need. Now, I don’t know if you’re the type of person who would cry in letters or just be really happy for no reason at all. When the first day of work I never thought i would speak to and now you are my best friend. WOW. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done to shape me into the person I am Today. I give you a lot of credit because you work hard for what you do and if people can’t see that then screw them, they aren’t those one who will have amazing future like you will. You don’t realize how much better my life has become and all because you came out of nowhere. I didn’t see u coming. Our friendship filled a hole in my life that I didn’t know existed. I wasn’t expecting you when God placed you in my life. Sometimes you meet people and you just know that you’re going to be good friends with and you and I just clicked like that. Thank you

Welcome family, friends, and fellow acquaintances to the celebration of life of Samantha Brown. Being the only sibling of Samantha, we were very close at a young age. She was my best friend. Samantha was born on September 12, 2000 on a Tuesday. She is the daughter of William Brown and Karla Brown. As a child she was a very colicky baby. Trust me, she was very annoying. My mother had to rock her to sleep every night. She was always kind of a drama queen.

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

My best friend, Hana is the person I cherish the most. She’s always been there for me; through my parent’s divorce, my anxiety and depression, and even the minor inconveniences in life. I never really found a way to express my gratitude and love for her, and she doesn’t either. Because we both know how much we care for each other… Perhaps it was how we grew up; where families don’t express love through words, but through actions. To be honest, I’ve never said “I love you” to anybody, not even my parents -- I didn’t even know what the feeling of love felt like, or how to describe it. I always thought that the word “love” was something associated exclusively with romance and family, but I was wrong; I remember the moment when I first used those words. It was probably one of the most important moments in our friendship that we have shared together.