My Best Friend

“Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.” This quote is exactly like Elle and I’s friendship. We always laugh until our stomachs hurt and smile through life together. I have know Elle since I was 2 years old and she was 1. That is 12 years of friendship. Elle and I met at daycare. We were both shy at first but at the end of the first day we cried when our mom’s came to pick us up.

We’ve shared so many ups and downs haven’t we. From psycho Sheridan’s, to throwing salsa jars, to condoms up a tree, to music lessons were we did jack shit and dissed all the try-hards in each class we shared. You’ve held me when I’ve cried over boys and girl issues and I’ve always been there to lend an ear or hug when you’ve been upset. Sure our friendships started out pretty rocky but overtime we grew to love and deeply care for each other, you were the brother I never had growing up and I was your little sister. I always felt welcomed in your house and was always treated kindly. We made it throw the whole Sheridan nonsense, so I thought we could make it throw anything, turns out I was wrong.

I can remember the day that I lost my best friend like it was yesterday. I remember getting the phone call from joseph's mom, Ms. Bennett.Joseph was her baby. Joseph and I had been best buds throughout all of high school and into our college days, both being accepted to the same university and rooming together, we always spent time with each other.

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.

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.

As growing up as a child, we have seen friends come and go. According to “Can Music Be a Bad Influence to Kids & Teens” by Amy Morin society for kids has been changing dramatically generation after generation Due to normal everyday activities. As a close friend of mine we used to go over to each other's house and hang out together. Now he has changed drastically from being an innocent child to being a huge rebel, and dropping out of school. Society has a huge part to blame for children growing up doing activity they are not supposed to, because there is so many television programs and music records that give a bad impact toward children and young teens.

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.

Every year, around 40,000 people commit suicide. Little did I know, one of those many people would be one of my best friends, Becca. The one thing I do know, is that she definitely didn’t deserve to through what she did. To say that we were close friends was an enormous understatement. I would trust her with my life. She told me everything, I told her everything. We talked about things like makeup, Gossip Girl, and Overwatch. We shared stories about the weird things that happen in our school. We told each other things that we wouldn’t tell other people. What she didn’t tell me was the problems she went through. I wish I could’ve asked her if everything was okay.

My best friend and I have been friends for a long time. With this long relationship an enormous amount of trust has been built and I feel I am able to tell her anything. Abi has been there through everything both thick and thin, and I can definitely say she knows me better than anyone. In many cases Abi knows things about me that I do not even know but end up figuring out. Having a best friend that I can always count on to be there for me, has been a huge blessing in my life.

Ava, where do I even start. You have been my best friend since 4th grade. I can’t even describe what our friendship and sisterhood is. My teacher was planning on reading this but, I said no because 1. She wouldn’t understand any of it and 2. I would probably be sent to a mental asylum or kicked out of school even though I only have 2 more days of school not counting today. We have been through hell in back at the least. You have helped me with every problem I have ever had. You helped me with the divorce and my father just being my father and my mother being crazy and my sisters mostly Jessica. If I didn’t have you in my life I am pretty sure I would be homeless and crazy. Even to this day, I call you when I need assistance on knowing what the right thing to do is. And I forgot to mention the assignment was to write someone who has made a change in your life and mentored you. You were easily the first name that came into my mind. I wanted to write this to you not only has an assignment but, to thank you for everything (also if can kinda be like my yearbook thing for you). Well if I haven’t said it thank you. I don't think that you have realized how much you have done for me. You saved me from being alone at Bannockburn from mole and literally everyone. Bannockburn was pretty much hell until you came even though I was like 5. Thank you for helping deal with my crazy parents and just overall family and for literally being my rock. You fix everything even without trying. We

It was a warm crisp day; with red and yellow leaves scattered down the path. I was alone, which isn't a surprise because I don't have many friend. Leah would have loved this I thought. Leah was a tall, blond haired, blue eyed girl with the brightest smile.Leah just happened to be my best and only true friend. You know what they say, every brunette needs a blonde best friend. Even though I didn't have much I had a loving family and a best friend, what else would I need. Our lives were perfect, until the morning of October 12. October 12, the day he showed up. He was a new kid named Gage. Gage was a junior just like us and had the first class of the day with leah and I. We gave him a tour of the school and told him the basic new kid story. Ya know, if you need anything just ask and ill help, that kinda spill. Everything was normal then Leah and Gage started hanging out more, just like we use to. As time went on they got closer and me and leah got farther apart. I would sit with them at lunch but that was basically it after Gage showed up. I was happy for her, she found someone who loved her for who she was.

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.

I wanted to fit in like any other teenager and I scoured the school trying to find a person who I could call my best friend. I found that person and he was worth it at the time.We hung out, we shared secrets and he took me to my first football game. We were friends for about 2 years and I knew that he was my best friend. After his breakup with my friend, he told me that he and I were never best friends nor were we friends and that I was just a “mere acquaintance”. He also told me that he was just friends with me because his at the time girlfriend was my friend and now that they weren't dating he didn't have to be an amiable person to me. My first long friendship died and killed me for months.Time passed and I need help so my high school advisor helped me understand that I didn't need him and that he wasn’t worth my heartache and that all I needed was to just get over him and make better friends and enjoy life.

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.

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.