My Best Friend Who Is My Friend

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.

My dog Murphy, who was seven years old, was like my best friend. He was always at my side since day one. He was a loving, fun, and comforting dog. Murphy was super protective of me and would always try to get someone’s attention when he thought I needed help. I never knew a dog was capable of doing that, but he could. Murphy was literally the best dog in the world. Anytime I was sad, he knew. To cheer me up, I got his slobbery kisses to the point where my face was gone at the end! I always saw a long life planned ahead for him. I expected him to live till he was twelve, like most dogs, but that wasn’t the case.

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.

On a hot summer day I with my mom in her tan Buick Lucerne outside of Wendy’s watching hundreds of cars pass by on the road waiting for my best friend and her mom to arrive and retrieve me. I would step outside at times, smell the fresh air mixed with a mouthwatering scent of fast food, then beg for the next grey car I see to be them. The moment they had arrived, I was too lost in my own thoughts to notice. I had gotten sidetracked thinking that I looked horrible because I curled my hair to a type of wavy that I did not truly like, but the moment my mom said that they were here those thoughts stayed in the car while I ripped open the door and ran to my lifelong friend. I ran as fast as my legs could carry and tacked her in a bone crushing hug that landed us on the soft light green grass. I noticed her hair had grown to a length that reached just below her shoulders, her skin had gone from a light skin to a glowing tan, and her body looks overall toned from the hours of track she has been accomplishing. After the hour of everyone catching up, it was time to take our leave. I couldn’t wait to arrive and officially be treated as family. It is easy to experience being a part of a friend’s family when you are so close that you are treated as if you are blood.

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.

Never, should I had ever judged her amazing skill. She was as smooth as velvet, as fast as a cheetah. All of a sudden that changed. My best friend, a tall, energetic, fun-loving girl by the name of Autumn Rodriguez and I were walking to the field from the parking lot. MY nose started to flinch because of the old road with a sewer like smell. We had a quick glance at each other but we did not say anything. Instead, we discussed what we thought we were going to do at practice.

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

Over the last year, I have discovered that the number one rule in life is to never judge a book by its cover. Throughout my high school career, I became close with my boyfriend’s best friend, Mikey Lucrezio. He had a rambunctious, hilarious, lively personality that could sway the mood of any room he walked into. Mikey was a Varsity baseball player, a member of the National Honor Society, and one of my good friends. Senior year, I was greeted every day in Biology class with him screaming at the top of his lungs about something that made no sense and him flexing his biceps to show us how much they have grown in the last 24 hours. I regularly attended baseball games throughout high school and I vividly remember him rallying his team before every game and being everyone’s biggest supporter throughout times of difficulty. Things like these are the reason why you never really know what is going on in someone’s head. Even though he was often the one to cheer up the people around him, he heavily relied on people to be there for him as well. Usually that worked out for him, but over the course of the past summer he broke up with his girlfriend of two years, had many falling outs with some of his other friends, and experienced newfound family issues. Relying on other people for comfort was no longer an option.

“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.

Throughout life we all have at least one person that we call our “best friend”, whether they are family or just someone that you truly get along with. These people step into your life for the greater good, and you wouldn’t know what to do without them. Throughout middle school my family had some rough patches, my father was a drug abuser and my mother just didn’t know how to handle it at the time. By the middle of seventh grade my parents finally split up and we moved from St.Clair to West Plains Mo. Where I got to meet this loving family that I never even knew of for most of my life. That is where I met my great grandpa, his name is Melvin Roy Schuler. This man was my best friend for quite a period of time. I would say I was closer to him than anyone at the time and he just knew me for who I was.

They say that dogs are a man’s best friend, while it’s true, man is also a dog’s best friend. Humans and dogs benefit from each other, one takes care of and nurtures while the other provides companionship and protection. I’ve always believed in this with dogs that have come into my life which is why I do my best to make sure they enjoy the most out of the life they have. To my dogs, I will always have been in their life since day one, but to me they will unfortunately only be in a small part of it. My dogs have been my best supporters and motivation to continue to carry on with my life when times are tough, because their life is about dedicating their love and attention to me so I would like to give that back to them as well.

Aletha C. Middleton once stated, “God picks the perfect flowers and lets the others grow, He takes the sweetest blossoms for they are ready to go.” My best friend, Stephanie Elysse Inman, suddenly and unexpectedly passed away on Friday, October 28th, at 11:48AM. Not a day goes by that Stephanie is not on my mind. Her death has taught me many life lessons, but the most important lesson was to live each day to the fullest.

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.

It was 1923 when a dog named Hachiko was adopted by Eizaburo Ueno. Hachiko would go to the train station everyday with Eizaburo, and come back to the train station when Eizaburo’s train would return. When Eizaburo died at work, Hachiko would still go to the train station everyday to wait for him. Hachiko died of old age, waiting at the trainstation for his master's return. The story of Hachiko is a story of true friendship between man and animal. It reminds me of the friendship I have with my cat, Sami. Sami is always there for me,she my family and my best friend.

The most influential relationship I’ve had in my life has been with my best friend of the last seven years, Karsyn. She was one of the first people I got to know after moving to West Virginia. When I first met her, we could not have been more different. There was nothing we had in common besides the fact that we were on the same volleyball team. Even though we are not the same people we were in sixth grade, that statement still holds true to this day.