My Best Friend

My true friend is Elle Marcus. Standing up for me since the day we met and always backing me when I needed it, even if I didn’t know I needed it, Elle was always there for me. However, when she moved to Houston, Texas in January of 2013, I was devastated. We went through a multitude of experiences together, and I will always remember those times, the favorable ones and even the dreadful and dismal ones. Though there is one memory that shows how exceptional a friend Elle truly was. That memory is the day of our first encounter on September

In the winter of 8th grade, I began to disconnect from my friends, mainly my ‘best friend’. I didn’t have as much fondness of her as I would’ve had a few years ago. I didn’t laugh with her as much, and we didn’t hang out as often or even feel the need to. It was as if I didn’t want to be with her.

Story begins in 8th grade. i have never really talked to her for the entirety of me being in larchmont, but i knew of her existence and that she had previously dated Ben (one of my good friends at the time). We first star kind of talking when someone made a group chat and claire was added to it, by probably Sadie, who was her best friend at the time. The group chat was just normal as usual, and just talking and chatting, until someone mentioned something of Ben or something and and Claire said something along the lines of Ben and i being best friends, and i replied by saying that it was arguable. By saying that, it lead to her want to know more about it, and refused to believe that we weren't best friends. She continued to pester me that he and i were best friends or why i said that it was arguable that we weren’t. For the rest of the week she’d see me in the hallway, and chase me down trying to ask me about what i meant about saying Ben and i weren’t best friends. in a way, we were kind of being flirty, considering, that this girl never have really talked to before, all of a sudden started getting interested in my life. As the week continued, she started hanging around our group more, which i believe is mostly because Sadie just had her exist around us more. By group, i mean (Sadie, Bryan, Quinn, Mason, Joseph, and possibly Caleb if you want to consider him).

October 10th, 2017 a windy day I lost my best friend, my lover and all, but not to death or anything, but to the change of heart. It was a long 4 months I was in love, something I never felt before toward anyone. I met Matarr in 6th grade, that’s when I was taller than him, now he’s huge like a tree, he’s still really dark, and still goofy like the first day we talked. We were best friends ever since we talked everyday day and night all the time we grew up together kind of at least. In 7th grade we just got closer and closer, then in 8th he decided to switch to Ucap I mean at first it was hurt, our friendship did change a little bit though. We still talked every now and then and in December of 2016, I started to catch a crush on him.

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.

Those words were some of the saddest ones I’ve heard. Living in Spanaway, Washington for over five years I’ve earned some pretty good friends. One of my best friends is a girl named Bella. Bella has medium length hazel hair matching her eyes and a tan small figure. Bella and I knew each other since second grade, but up until fourth grade we never really acknowledged one another. We only spoke in our reading groups and when we walked past each in the halls or at recess. We became friends on the first day of fourth grade. You see we didn’t become friends on our own. Not at all. Instead it was actually our other friend who introduced us to each other. The other girl who I will call J and I almost instantly found ourselves becoming friends as soon as I entered the school gate. We soon figured out we were in the same class, little did we know my future best friend would too be in that class. Later on in the day J had met Bella and later introduced us at lunch. We all instantly somehow clicked. And that was the start of a blooming friendship.

While most people celebrate life on their birthday, the world’s energy had other plans for my cousin Eli. He was my best friend, but life’s struggles led him to a dark place. His story can help others learn to focus on the better things in life. We met through my step brothers when I was eight and he was twelve. Eli was my step brother cousin, so he became my step cousin we bonded right away. We played video games and played basketball. As time went on we got older and time got harder. Our parent became poor, so we had to get things on our own. We started working together on the block doing things like cutting grass and washing cars.

It was late November snow fluttered gracefully, piling on every flat surface. Memories flooded back to the times long ago of my best friend and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, her eyes shimmered and gleamed when she smiled and her excitement at the smallest things reminded me of a kid at Christmas. Sometimes I sit back and look back at all the days before they transported me off to school, and snatched me away from her, the tears in her eyes reflecting her hurt. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me elsewhere, that she wasn’t providing me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

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.

She has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Knowing her is a gift, or at least it was. It was hard imagining what I was going to do without her. What was I going to do when it was pouring down rain outside and all you can hear are these millions of bullets hitting the roof of the house? No one would ever amount to how we were together. We were the unstoppable duo, but unfortunately our time was limited.

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.

Best friends are very important to have in life. They are always there to lend a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or a helping hand. While they share these things in common, each one is different. For example, the two I have in my life have made provided me with contrasting pieces of themselves, thus making me who I am today. I am blessed to have them in my life because they are amazing people who love me unconditionally. My best friends, Taylor and Dakota, may differ in their personalities, home life, and common interest, but they are still both caring and dependable people.

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

Life isn’t always what it seems to be. It’s always changing, no matter what. Even if you’re stuck in the past. It’s like it just happened yesterday, I’ll try my best to tell you about my life and how it made me who I am today.