My Best Friend

Many people say that they have many friends, whether it’s on social media or in the real world. While this may be true, the question begs, what makes a person a best friend? I like to think that a best friend has to stand out from the rest in the crowd. Some people may think a best friend gains that title just because they’ve known each other for a while. To me it’s more than just title given out because of time, it has to be earned.I only have three people who I would call my best friend.Their names are Shelby, Elizabeth, and Joseph.They all share these important qualities: trustworthiness, dependability, and unconditional love.

My best friend knew everything about me, he watched me grow up, he helped shape me into the person I am today. His help guided me through life, even with him being seven years older than me, and living with a disability. My best friend was my brother, Shawn, and before I knew it, he was gone.

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.

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.

Once upon a time, I thought I was in a fairy tale. His name was Emmett. We met in preschool, and have been best friends ever since. Emmett is a jock on the football team, with a very soft heart. We had lived as neighbors together in the town of Billings, Montana, since I was born, and had been inseparable. Until a year ago, when we were fifteen, he floated away. He met a girl named Raychel, a snotty, rich, shallow, cheer captain. They were awful together because Emmett has always been a warm hearted person. At school, they would walk down the halls with both of their little possies, and Emmett would not even look at me. Whenever he saw me, he would wince, and look away. Today, I was on my way to Sculptural Art, when he saw me, and walked up to me. He told me that he was going to a movie, and wanted me to come. I, of course, flustered, said yes. Tonight, we would meet, at the Rockwell Movie theatre, to see Merge. While we watched the seemingly, never ending horror movie, everything felt like normal. We laughed, and screamed together, just like old times. While we were walking out of the theatre, Raychel walked by us with a mad, and upset face. I murmured, confused because it was the first time I had been with him in over a year. I asked Emmett, and he said they had recently broke up! I was overjoyed, but upset at the sametime. Emmett just kept walking like nothing was wrong. Myself, being a short, tiny, nerd, had to practically run to keep up with his long, tall strides.

My two best friends are the two dogs my family has had over the years, one after the other. Both were Old English Sheepdogs; Wendall, the “Lord of Charlestown” was our second dog in Boston and the one that made the biggest impact on the men and women stationed there. Higgins, our most recently adopted brother, was brought in by my father to soothe my mother’s broken heart over the loss of her furriest son, and now gets away with murder under my father’s lenient watch. My two best friends were also my two brothers. It may be odd, picking dogs as best friends, but I feel it works. They are always beside me, never say bad things, and are in a perpetual state of playtime and happiness. Both of them have been there for difficult times, and whenever I was sad or needed a hug there they were. They proved that dogs are man’s best friends.

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.

See when I met you I didn't understand what was it that drew me to you you instantly intrigued me with your charm and easy going way. Although that first encounter u mess up my nights by coming into the studio cause I didn't want teach beginners that day. But I forgive u..the moment you kiss me under the street light ess the day I knew I wanted to take one last gamble at love. Although we joke about you arriving late in my life. The moment was perfect and our story is one only people can dream about.

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.

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.

Everyone knows that person that is out of the ordinary. The type of person that makes sure every moment is special in a creative way. That person for me was Drew. He was my closest friend in high school. Someone I always wanted to be around and spend time with. If I had the time, I would be with him. Drew always knew how to put a smile on someone's face (especially mine). If I was upset, I knew he was the person to call. I always saw Drew as my best friend and nothing more. That slowly started to change as time went on. Drew was two years older than I was. He had to make decisions faster than I did. Decisions like where to after graduation and who to take to prom. We always joked about the "what if's" like if we dated or if we went to prom together; but never actually thought it would become a real thing.

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.

Outside the rain was pouring, 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 run up to. As the parade stopped at a traffic light, she grasped my hand. “Let’s be best friends!” The girl said excitedly. 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 content, I felt safe. I found it calming to have an escape from the people my age who were growing up to fast in my mind. We stayed incredibly close until I reached primary 7 and realised that soon I would be in high school – and alone. That terrified me.

I wasn’t expecting to lose my best friend who had been by my side since 4K. From the first day of 4K on, Hannah and I clicked. We were inseparable, and never left each other's side. From eating lunch together to begging the teachers to sit by each other until they agreed to it. Hannah was petite and had long, brown hair with bright hazel eyes. She was an outgoing, kind-hearted best friend and I wouldn’t trade her for the world. If in any situation I was feeling gloomy or sick, Hannah was always there trying her hardest to put a smile on my face and I couldn’t have been more grateful. She was the upbeat half of our friendship where I, on the other hand, tried to be too realistic and she helped me loosen up and enjoy the life I was blessed with.

I hear footsteps coming closer from the white newly polished hall across the room. My hands are shaking, I’m sweating from my forehead down. I’m as nervous as I could and will ever be. Is school finally over, or is it a teacher coming to give us more work? Even worse is the principal coming? Hopefully, if I’m lucky it’s just a student coming back from the filthy, smelly, gross bathroom.