My Experience With My Best Friend

The day was dark. I could feel a storm approaching. The gentle sunlight glistening through the clouds, now covered by a heavy mist. Drop. Drop. Drop. The coldness of the water tinged my face. And the earth shook, as a large boom erupted from the sky followed by a light crackle. By now, I was soaked, like that night. I continued walking through the deserted streets when a large flash erupted from the sky. Oh, great lightning, today was getting better and better. A woman and her young child was running towards their car to seek shelter. The walk was a long and dreadful one, I found myself looking at the place I left 15 years ago. The house was still dark and foreboding as ever, the shutters hanging off its hinges and the roof in a state of disrepair.

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

Anna was walking home from her job thinking it's the same thing everyday I wake up go to my minimum wage job then go home nothing new. Anna finally arrived to her lonely small apartment she had no family ever since they died in a house fire last year, she walked inside and went to her fridge and pulled out some old chinese takeout from last week, and ate it while walking to the couch she plopped down on her couch with her food in hand and turned on the TV, she turned it on the news she saw that it was a serial killer on the loose in her area. It scared her a little but she thought what are the odds of him killing me. Anna turned the TV off and went to sleep, but she did not realize that she did not close her window. While she rested peacefully

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

Friendship is universal. It can bridge societal gaps of gender, race, social class, and differences in abilities. College is a time of personal growth, and friendships have a tremendous impact on the development and experiences of an individual. Through Best Buddies, college students and adults in the community with disabilities have the opportunity to share friendships. These relationships bring people of all abilities, interests, and talents together, as equals and as friends. I chose to look at these friendships

There are many fears which lies in the human’s mind, but being alone is the worst fear of all. There is a middle aged man named Charles Dickerson, who is stuck by himself with no way out. While growing up, the Dickerson family was living a normal life until a day comes which tears their family apart. On the night of Friday 13, 1985 their house flew up into flames with only one way out, the front door. This wasn’t no ordinary house, this house had eyes and a mouth and had actions as if it were a human. The house’s eyes would be staring at you during your sleep and get inside of your head and made you have a terrible nightmare. While sitting alone in the darkness, you could be hearing people talk but no human being is here. While Charles’s dad was trying to get them out of the enormous flames, the house came alive it seemed and all the windows and door shut and locked and wasn’t going to open for no body. It’s like the house wanted the whole family to die. After the fire, Charles found himself hiding in his closet without any burns or even a mark of harm. When he came out in search of his family, he found himself looking at their burned bodies and wondering why nothing happened to him. This was the start of Charles Dickerson’s worst nightmare.

In Alabama, in the country, next to a dirt road and a muddy lake that was full of green water, where you couldn’t go to sleep because the frogs croaked too loud, there was a large house. The large house was made of splintery wood, and was inhabited by only one person. Now, the lake that his house was built on had been where a boy named Ronald Pratt had been ran over after removing the bricks from in front of the wheels of a flaming portable, saving the lives of many kids after the portable rolled into the lake and the fire was extinguished. One day, the man who owned the house was in his bed at 8:30 pm and he heard a whisper. He couldn’t make out any words, but he heard it all right. He pulled out a flashlight and grabbed his rifle to go and

The stars were gleaming in the night sky. Emily, Luke and Tim were eating cold tomato soup in the living area. It was horrid. The groundskeeper began to speak abruptly. “Now, I’m gonna tell you about an incident that happened right here in this building about 8 years ago. Kids just like you were sent here. It was night fall, and the atmosphere was eerie and uncalm. Something was about to go down. Something big! So, as I was saying, every child was heading off to bed when there was harsh sounding scream that came from upstairs. And then there was another after that. A girl and boy had been slaughtered. I looked up towards the staircase and saw a dark black figure with fiery red eyes. For one moment, the hideous looking creature was there, staring at me. The next, vanished!”

Each relationship with my friends are different. My friend Morgan, consistently complains about her relationship with her boyfriend and asks for my advice. Her boyfriend Jon, is one of my good friends, so I know him just as well as I know her. My job is our relationship is listening. I use the four “Rs” of listening to the best that I can to support her. Often, Morgan falls to conversational narcissism. She rarely talks about anyone else in these situations. Sometimes she mentions breaking up with Jon. I rejected that information through selective listening because I know she really doesn’t feel that way. My interpersonal communication with Morgan consists of me listening to her relationship problems.

It was a cold, quiet night in Manhattan. A father of three is walking home from work in a alley at the dead of night. He gets a nervous feeling whenever he thinks someone is is following him, when he does he stops and tries to listen to any sound coming from behind, either from a newspaper that is scraping the ground from the wind or footsteps from somebody trying to rob him. He turns around slowly not to cause attention to whoever it is behind him, (whrr...whrr) the wind blew fast that it almost knocked him over. Looking behind him he saw no one, nothing.

Cold was the night as lightning danced across the sky. The storm swept across the feild without warning. The barn blew over as if hit by a wrecking ball. I could do nothing as the debree rushed toward me, frozen in fear I braced myself. Bam! Everything went black and the still silence seemed to last forever, then I saw a light. My entire life I had stood in the same place. Always watching over the vegtables and keeping them safe from the

Sirens were blaring throughout the city. A fall of darkness seemed to cover what was a beautiful, warm, August day. Residents began to panic and scrambled to the nearest television to discover what was going on. “Breaking news. Streets without power. Millions without lights. A sudden and devastating blackout left many of our neighboring counties, cities, and towns in the dark”, the anchorman announced on the television. The local city had not been affected by whatever mystery disaster had taken place, but many began to fear that this town was next. Loved ones began calling each other urging them to get home due to the emergency situation. Many worried that going home for the day would not be possible due to the subway system and other public transportation sources being inoperable. While on the phone, many phone calls were ended quickly due to a power source fail. Those that still had power checked all outlets of social media to try to find some more information on the situation.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

Growing up I could identify my friends whom I found to be more sensitive, friendly and imaginative. These were the friends that I could turn to when I had a problem I needed to talk through or someone who was sincere and honest in their advice while being mindful of my feelings. I could also identify with these friends because I have always been one to make sure everyone else is taken care of before myself. These “blues” are the most genuine people I have met throughout life, but I have also found in my classroom. Just three days ago, one of my students answered a question that normally does not volunteer to participate. He answered correctly and his fellow peer whom he is not within the same social circle could not be more proud of him. She was astonished and proud of his answer and continued to whisper (loudly) across the room good job with her thumbs up until he realized her recognition and smiled back with a thank you. I was so proud to have this student in my classroom showing such compassion for another student. This generation is criticized for only thinking of themselves and although not untrue, it is moments like that, that remind me of how lucky I am to have blues in the classroom. As blues strengths including caring for others and sharing their emotions are compromised by them feeling hurt or treated unjustly, they take it personally. It’s important to reassure and validate their feelings.

I’m going to tell you about my personal experience, about having friends and best friends. In my case I no longer have friends or best friends. I don’t even consider having any for a couple reasons and you will find out why. I think that I’m better off being somewhat anti-social. It seems to work out a whole lot better for me.