My First Friend

I was patiently waiting for everyone to be done with their water break, so we could find more sets in the show. All of the sudden, the weird guy comes walking toward me, smiling. I was really nervous and scared of why he was walking towards me. After he got really close to me, he didn’t say anything, but just gave me a high five, both of us awkwardly grinning at each other. To be honest, I was pretty geeked about this, no guy has ever really given me attention before. For some reason, in my mind, I just had this crazy thought that if I could get his name and search him up on Facebook, I could then talk to him (I couldn’t talk to him in real life because I was way too

Bus rides are always the worst. You have your loud crowd, then our annoying people, the quiet ones, and the people that don’t want anything except to hurry home, so they sit in the front of the bus. But for me? I’m in the far back, the “Cool Kid” seat. The seat where when you were younger you’d race to claim. He sat three seats away from me on the opposite side of the bus. He was new. Everyone in Cascade Locks knows everyone. I was surprised that I didn’t know him yet. Little did I know back then, that he would make an impact on my life. It was around the end of September that I noticed he rode my bus. He talked to Blake a lot, who I am now friends with. They were clearly becoming 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.

More than ⅔ of Americans have lost their best friend my story starts on January 25, 2017 I was in the 7th Grade and I had lost someone very close and important to me, they were my best friend whom I’d talk to on a daily basis at school, at home, and even outside of school we always had found a way to hang out with each other until this day all of that had changed we don’t text, facetime, hangout , or sit with each other anymore , it was all gone we’re not even in the same hallway anymore it’s almost like the saying “ Whatever happens there , stays there “ but in this case it’s “ Whatever happens in 7th Grade stays in 7th Grade.”

I have this friend of mine that has turned into my sister and she is amazing. So this friend, her name is Hannah Byce and we met in seventh grade and I know it's cliche, but we just clicked we got along and had so much in common. Here we are in tenth grade and still going strong, but we've definitely had some bumps along the way but they've only made us stronger. When we started getting closer we began doing everything together and we still do. We both moved each other into our new houses. We have been on nine trips together, experienced about two big fights and got through them. Through the years we've changed friend groups three times, but we two have stuck together through transitions to each group. We had a bad few months last year, so we took a break for a month, but it was for the better and looking back on it we were both just being dumb and childish about the situation.

Quiet, nothing comes out of my mouth as I watch my two best friends giggling with their so-called “new friend”. I watch as I stand next to my rusting faded blue locker squeaking as I shut it. Her blonde hair, tan skin, and short posture resembles mine as she walks down the cluttered 7th grade hallway. Jadyn, my friend joyfully runs to me with a delighted smile, it’s hard to miss her when she’s wearing her favorite bright neon green shirt. Her almond hair is all over her face from her voyage over to me while getting pushed around like a ball in a pinball machine. She then tells me in a ecstatic voice how Ali is going to be in my class. My heart drops as I stare into the emerald eyes of my best friend since kindergarten hoping it’s a joke. Of course she is in all of my classes I think as my hands sweat from nerves, my first day of 7th grade is already scary enough, I don’t want to deal with her too.

“Goooooaaaaaallllllll!!!!!” Khayone screamed as I ran back screaming that we won. Khayone has been my best friend for the past 5 years. I met him on Saturday, October 14, 1995. I remember every moment of that day vividly. How could I ever forget the day I met my best friend?

Dogs have been man’s best friend since the first humans domesticated and lived with wolves tens of thousands of years ago. They hunted, ate, lived, and slept side by side for millennia until the once terrifying wolves became the lovable labdogs we have today. My best friend is my dog, Chief, and I wouldn’t be who I am if not for him. Before we found Chief, we tried adopting another dog, but it didn’t work out. A year later we found chief and took him in. Though it took some time to adjust, Chief had become my most beloved family member and my life is incomplete without him in it.

My most difficult moment would have to be when I lost my best friend. It taught me fear, anger, and sadness. It taught me that anything I will ever come to know and love will soon some day die. Yes it is sad, isn’t it? It all started December 7th, 2007. For my golden birthday, I got this beautiful cockatiel bird. It was yellow with grey and white feathers and it even had some feathers sticking up on his head. It had red cheeks, a beautiful little whistle, and little cute feet that made him walk like a grandpa. I named it Marvo. Yes, I know, it is a silly name, but ever since I could talk, I remember asking for a pet. When I finally got Marvo, I was one of the most happiest people alive. I remember I would always play with him when I got home. I don’t remember how old he was, but I do remember when he was a baby, he would eat baby bird food. He was the one person I loved the most. I treasured and cared for him more than most people care for their pets. I would pick up all his messes when I would not even pick up mine. He taught me responsibility and what it was like to raise someone. It was not a perfect job, but it was a good job. I remember training him, when he had to go to the bathroom to fly to his cage. I also remember when one time he went to the bathroom with my mom, he hid and my mom got in the shower. He had to go to the bathroom so he went on the real toilet, I was so proud of him. He was the best, he would like my mom more thought, he would follow her

We all need to be more grateful in life. You take a moment and you don't think about how it will affect you, or your family, or even your closest friend. Everything affects anything you do or say. I'm going to be writing about the day I lost my best friend. Well we made up now and are friends but we will never be as close as we were. I'm not going to be writing about why we aren't friends. More just some memories that have stuck with me over the last year. To basically show how these affected me good and bad.

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.

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.

It was another hot day in the month of August. As I gingerly stepped out of the baby blue Toyota Avalon, my forehead was already forming little droplets of sweat. I wasn’t perspiring because of the humidity levels, it was the fact that I was about to start my first day at a new school. It’s an intimidating experience going to school with people you don’t know but, also worthwhile because we have the chance to make new friends. Anyway, as I stepped into the “newly renovated” building, I was utterly disappointed with the size of it. On the outside it looked like a decent size building but that was not the case inside. After analyzing the building I quickly shrugged my shoulders and walked upstairs to my homeroom. As I reached the room my nostrils sensed a foul smell. This scent carried a mixture of bleach, sweat, and the outdoors. So while I was trying to avoid smelling this awful scent a short, husky kid about my age walked towards me. This kid named Kiante was a mess. First of all, this kid stunk. He had a small bleach stain on his shorts, his Jordan’s were fake, and his hair was nappy. So as Jordan started to approach me I was trying to look for a way to avoid him. Unfortunately, that didn 't happen so he started talking to me. From that little conversation I could tell that this dude was pretty cool. So I hung out with him and that day had to be one the best school days in my life. The funny thing is, this kid that I had already prejudged

Freshman Year: Just arriving, visualizing the environment of Princeton. The feeling of having the opportunity to be at Princeton excites me. I walk towards the freshman orientation, I feel nervous. It is my first day at Princeton University and I just received my schedule! I am amazed at the courses Princeton offers and while choosing my courses, I meet my first friend name Johanna. She was a skinny, blond girl from the south with a lot of books in her hand and wore glasses.” She has an amazing personality” I thought to myself while speaking to her. After talking for a while, I suggest we go to a diner called Princetonian Diner. After eating, I waved goodbye to her and went off to find my dorm room. I see I have dorm 101, I feel excited knowing I found my first friend Johanna and hope to continue my day with more great news. While inside my dorm room, unpacking and getting settled, I hear the door open. I turn around and see a guy with glasses, a red shirt, black hair, blue jeans, and a pair of van shoes. We both introduced ourselves. I asked what his name was. He responded,“My name is Hiro Princeton, but usually everyone calls me Kabuki.” We both laugh hysterically. He says,“I know, my last name gets a lot of recognition.” I responded in a generous laugh and helped him unpacked. We talked for 5-10 minutes to get to know each other. I found out he is an international student from Japan. I asked him on the meaning of his nickname “Kabuki”. He told me when he was a child, he

My mother always told me “Trust no one” she only told me this because she didn't like this girl I was friends with. She knew she was trouble right away. The first day I met her was in fourth grade. I was new to the school, I was in the same class as her, I sat next to her, she would always talk to me, she got the stuff that I needed, etc. Then she stopped coming to school for like a week straight. Then I found out she moved to Oklahoma. I figured it out from this guy that was friends with her. He was in the same class as me too. The teacher was taking attendance and she was calling her name and then he said “She moved to Oklahoma”. I was so sad I went home that day and started crying because she was my only friend at that school.