Classification Essay: Anil And Rose

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.

It was starting from one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.

June 9, the day my best friend Abby, had gotten her first boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, at the time I was more than happy for her but little did I know that this would change everything, and I mean everything. I can't pinpoint the exact reason that lead to our friendship ending but it all comes down to the fact that it no longer exists. You would expect me to tell about some big fight that ended our friendship and left us both in tears and regrets, because that how things are supposed to end. No, not ours; Ours ended much differently and for many different reasons.

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

Time really doesn’t heal; it just blurs things. It will never pull a cover over my best friends face or hide the fact that I hurt him in the worst way. Joseph was a quirky guy with thick, brown, curly hair who wore glasses that were too big for his face. His pants didn't fit him right, he always tucked in his shirts, and he smelled like fresh laundry.

Throughout my seventeen years of living my life there had been major issues that I didn’t think I would be able to get through. Dealing with all the enemies and troubled people I experienced in my lifetime already. One relationship I can say that was difficult and sometimes still is to maintain is my best friend Anna. Usually best friends would be similar, and that is why they are best friends from all the similarities. Anna and I are actually completely different people and that what made us stronger. From her being my opposite helped me to become the person I am today, which is being more wise , enthusiastic, and creative. Sometimes our opposites make us stronger than we were before.

acquaintances that were more of a lesson than a blessing. Out of those three friends, there has only been

Alek Wek once said “The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don’t celebrate those, they can pass you by.” One of my best memories was with my mother, my mother’s best friend Tonia, Tonia's daughter Sophia, my mother’s other friend Tina, and her daughter Danielle. It was the occasion when we stayed in a beautiful cabin located at the Mountain Air Golf Resort in Burnsville, NC. This memory stays forever lively in my mind, something unforgettable, still to this day.

“Okay sissy, don't cry,” she pleaded. I knew the day was converging, but I tried not to think about it. She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Standing in front of the camera with a dirty white rag around my neck. Wearing the all-orange jumpsuit and the uncomfortable orange slippers. "Stand up straight and look forward." The only thing that was going through my head while the officer was instructing me as he took my mug shots was how everybody was going to know. "Now, turn to your right." Not only was I embarrassed but I was scared and I had this mega hatred towards my best friend.

For many people their best friend may never be a person most times it is an animal of some sort. Almost fourteen years of my life I have had my best friend his name is Drake he is a black lab. The best thing that has ever happened in my life I don’t ever think that I will be able to find another one exactly like him. I had from the time I started school to just before senior year.

Gorham, Maine, was a large town, surrounded by boring history from pilgrims and greasy pizzerias that stunk of moldy tomato sauce. I was in 4th grade, and I had a lot of friends. My best friend’s name was Christian, he would do every bad thing you could imagine from cussing out kids on the playground to getting in random fights. I’m not really sure how we became friends, but we did anyway. Even though the area where I grew up was rough. I liked it a lot. I had awesome friends and an awesome neighborhood were I was able to ride my bike everywhere and go down to the pond to catch some frogs. I had my mind set and I didn’t want to move. At the time I played multiple sports, and soccer was my favorite. I loved playing defense, and laying people out when they would come onto my side of the field. I also liked it because I started every game and was never subbed off. Anyway after a long day at school I would take the bus home with my only brother who was always annoying and frustrating because he never liked to try anything new. Like that time when we were at my grandmas house and he wouldn’t even try to eat a piece of salad. God he was frustrating, another time we went skiing and he was afraid of going down the hill. Everyday we entered Ms.Linda’s creeky, bacteria filled bus that was coated in sticky sugar juice from the other kids.

The adrenaline rushes through my veins. My heart speeds and within one second, there is more than ten beats. The pain travels from my head to my toes as the cool object touches my skin. I shiver at first, just a little bit, and I start the punishment. School seems to be at the back of my memory. Well, that is until I am interrupted by the ringing of my phone. The song cool kids ringtone plays from my phone and I know who is calling just by one ring. It's him.

I am an introvert and public speaking is very hard for me. I genuinely like school and I even the academic side of school, especially math and science. School is also fun because I get to see all my friends everyday. My best friends however, don’t go to Paul Revere, my best friends are my neighbors. My favorite neighbor is my best friend Theo, he would say I’m very funny, but he is even funnier. My family and friends would probably describe me as kind, funny, helpful, easy-going, and laid back. I would describe myself as outgoing and helpful. I like to put other people's needs before my own. Around people I don’t know very well I am usually quiet. I am good at getting my friends to laugh. At school I am usually very quiet inside of my

I have always seen myself as a well-rounded person, but all that changed when I met one of my best friends in 11th grade. When I was growing up I grew up in up mostly in the city but lived in the suburbs. So I got the best of knowing how to fit in with the city kids and the suburban kids. In 11th grade one of my best friends moved away. We had one class together, but since he moved we had to change seats. I had to sit next to someone that came from a different “world” than I did. He grew up in the mountains while I was from the city. We had a Completely different style of dressing. Even our disposition and slang was different. When I first sat down I told him my name and stuck my hand out and he did the same. What I was used to was not a handshake, but to “dap” someone up while he went for a handshake gesture. In my head, I said “ me and him could not be more distant from each other ” and now that we are really amazing friends he told me he thought the same about me.