My Best Friend

Once I was seated in the truck, my mom didn’t bother sitting in her seat. She stood outside of the truck, waiting until my brother and I were situated. Then she began to tell me that my beloved dog Apollo had died this morning. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I was already having a bad day because I forgot my homework for Social Studies. So, all of my anger and sadness came out right there. Why me? Why now? I

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 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.

She was the best friend anyone could have, kind, compassionate you know the type. The ones you think will never leave you no matter what always by your side through thick and thin, the one that feels like they’re your lost sibling.

During senior year of high school I never thought I would lose a best friend. I never knew how much pain I would feel or how much pain I would cause. This was the worst part of that whole year. Losing a friend can be for the bets or for the worst, but for me it was both. I am thankful I did not go down the bad path that my friend was going down, however, it still breaks my heart not having her as my best friend.

One of my best friends in the whole world is my cousin Lindsey McNeely. She is my best friend because she is super nice, kind, helpful, and funny. Lindsey always helps me if I need it. She is also very helpful when we play volleyball. Because we are both on “A” team and we both play the same position. So she helps me if I am confused about where I am supposed to be or what I am supposed to do. When I am with Lindsey we like to play “Super Mario Bros”. We also like to ride Lindsey’s golf cart when we are at Lindsey’s house. Lindsey is the best friend anyone could ask for!

I have two best friends, Jimmy and Greg, and they have been my best friends since middle school. We met the first day of middle school during recess. All three of us loved hanging out with each other than, and continue hanging out every day now. Although, Jimmy and Greg do not normally hang out without me. My best friends, Jimmy and Greg, are total opposites of each other. Personality wise Jimmy is very outgoing, meanwhile, Greg is antisocial. Furthermore, my friend Jimmy goes to college unlike Greg who works two full-time jobs. Lastly, Greg’s hobby includes car racing while Jimmy’s hobby includes collecting sneakers.

This letter is for you, my best friend: the one I can tell anything to. The one who can relate to me like no one else. The one who I can laugh with, to no extent. The one who I can cry to when times are tough, and the one who can help me with the problems in my life. You have never turned your back on me or told me I wasn’t good enough. You have never let me down and you don’t know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain, but still have made time for me, listening to me, even when you’re dying inside. I look up to you because you are so caring, strong, and beautiful, even if you don’t think that you are. I truly hope that you know that I am always here to listen to you, to laugh and cry, and to help in any and all ways that I possibly can. My goal has been, and will be, to be at least half of the friend you are to me. I hope you know that I would not be the person I am today, without you, my best friend. I love you more daily. I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you and that you could love yourself the way I love you. Above all, I wish your life is everything you deserve because, truly, you deserve the world. I will forever stand by you.

It was pouring with rain, the soggy banners were peeling off the wall and the flags were hanging limply from the lamp-post above us but I had never felt happier. “Hi I’m Sophie, I just moved here. Will you be my friend?” Five-year old me asked, smiling earnestly at the marching girl I had ran up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” She said. So we were, for seven years. Although I would hang on the words of people at school, willing them to like me, every evening I would hop round to hers. There I was happy, I felt safe. It was calming to me, to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed very close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.

With the knowledge I have of my best friend Cole Haverland, I thought I knew him so well because of our long lasting, never ending best friendship. He is an amazing genuinely good friend that will always be there for me when I need him or when he thinks I need him and he showed me that he will forever be my friend and help me in a time of need without thinking.

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.

“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole,” said Roger Caras. I was never so scared in my life when I lost mine. My best friend, my brother, my dog of thirteen years, he seemed immortal to my family and me till the day it all changed. Thirteen years seems like a blink of an eye, but those thirteen years changed my family’s life forever. I lived with you everyday, you started to get weak I didn’t want to expect the reasons why, then you were gone at that moment was the most terrifying moment in my life, I lost of my best friend.

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.

As I look back on my childhood, every vivid memory I have involves Stephanie. We spent much time together during elementary school and were always on the same youth league sports teams. Steph and I both played basketball and field hockey during high school and we were constantly partnering up during practices. We had countless sleepovers and endured important life milestones together. We both had the same persona and could have passed as sisters. She was the definition of a true 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.