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. Well, …show more content…
Well anyways I got moved to the school next to us. The day I went to the school it was so embarrassing. I think it is because I walked in late that's what I don't like to do it was still first period. When we went to second period i was someone it looked like my best friend but it couldn't be her because she was in Oklahoma. I would talk to her and hang out with her but I didn't think it was her until I asked her “What school did you go to when you were in fourth grade” she said “Vandalia” when she said that I was in shock I told her I went to. Then I Asked her “What class were you in” “Mrs.Zavala's class” “Yea” then I told her “I think we know each other” “Do you remember a girl she was new, in fourth grade, she sat right next you, and she was like your best friend?” “Yea” “We do know each other” Then after we had that little conversation we started hanging out more and more to we're the point came where we were best friends. Then at the end of 7th grade she came over to my house and she was there the whole night. After that night was over I didn't see her for about 2 or 3 weeks. Then she finally text me and then I got to spend the night at her house and I spent the night for like a whole week. The day I spent the night was the day I met her ex-boyfriend and we got to know each other good and stuff so like a week later he asked me out so I said yes because he seemed like a good guy but like a couple of days later he cheated on me with my best friend found out by his mom
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.
The first thing she says to me is, “Hey Abbs!” Hey Abbs, she acts like every things are cool between us. When it obviously is’t. What does she think I can’t tell, does she think I’m stupid!? Whatever I just need to stay calm.
We went outside on our bikes and I saw a cat with these two people is asked katie, “can I go pet the cat,” she replied with, “ok, but let’s be careful, because we don’t know them.” We rode our bike down our street and said, “Hi, can I pet the cat,” they told us we could because they don’t own him. I introduced katie and I and the girl said “I’m Mya and this is my brother Lance.” We talked for a little bit and Katie and I went back home to sort out my clothes, once school started again I am really good friends with
The moment my cousin lost his best friend, his world was filled with sorrow. It all started when they were in college, my cousin “Courtney” was 20 at the time, and he met this girl at a campus coffee shop and her name was Sarah, she was 18. What attracted Courtney to Sarah was how much of a beautiful, and charming girl she was; and her chestnut brown eyes and straight brown hair.
Tori-- Tori is an intelligent, creative, English name from the Middle English. The name Tori’s origin is from basically all over, but mainly English and New Zealand. My mother chose my name because she very much admired how it was creative and close to her name, Lori. When I was younger, I didn’t like my name very much because I didn’t know how to correctly pronounce it. But as I’ve gotten older I have grown to love my name. The meaning of the name Tori is “Derived from Victoria” which means victory in Latin. The etymology of my last name, Holbert, is a descendant of Hulbert (gracious, bright). According to a person named Reaney . . . Holbert is probably a survival of an unrecorded Old English name holdbeorht which means “friendly”, “gracious”, “loyal”, “bright”, and “famous”.
It was starting from one month ago. I played basketball with my best friend and I also know he is better than me. Yeah, I’m jealous of him so I pushed him to think he hurts his ankle, I know I did wrong but I just felt that he was so cocky, I didn’t say sorry. I didn’t want to say sorry.
During my junior year of high school, I met a few girls that were in the same program with me at school. On the first day of school, we did not talk to each other. We were very quiet and we were all very shy. But throughout the first couple of months, we became best friends. We were very close. We told each other everything, we always supported each other, and we never let each other down. We would always go shopping, or watch movies together.. We bought each other gifts for the holidays and birthdays. I thought there was nothing that would come between us. We spent every day with each other. Of course we had our arguments but we were always there for each other in the end. We were inseparable. I trusted them a lot. I told those girls everything that I have been through and everything that I wanted to accomplish in my life. If I was in a difficult situation or if I had a problem going on at home, I knew that I could talk to those girls and they would help me through it. I thought of them as my sisters and I thought that they felt the same way about me. I never thought they would do anything to ruin our friendship.
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.
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
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.
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.
Okay, so here it goes! I met you and was completely astonished by you, you were my life in a second and I never even knew your name. I knew in that moment you were the only person I'd ever need and want. I would've took a bullet for you if I had to and that would have been fine by me.
So middle school is where you make your first close friends and if you didn’t socialize then you’re screwed and you would be an outcast. So anyways i had a pretty good middle and i was happy until things took a dramatic change. I was an open friendly type of guy and so i was open to anyone who wanted to have a good conversation and because i of this i knew many people. Then i met Her. I can’t remember how exactly we started talking but i still know that started talking more and soon i knew i liked her. However i never told her because i knew she didn’t feel the same so i tried killing those feelings by not talking to her but they just grew because i missed talking to her. So i’ll just fast forward to saying that she ended up knowing i liked her and me getting put to the side and my best friend took my place instead but i didn’t trip about it and i tried to be cool about and i ended up dating someone else while she dated my best friend. But he wasnt really serious and so when they broke up she came to me and i felt so superior at that moment i
I like to think I have a lot of friends. I wouldn’t call myself “popular” but I mean a lot of people in the school know me, or know of me. Ironically, I’m a very awkward person I have a fairly hard time talking to new people. Well at least I used to, I fixed that up a while ago. But have you ever seen someone and think “wow I want to talk to them. They seem really cool”. Im going to assume you have, because that’s what was going through my mind when I saw this new kid come on my bus one day. We’ll call him “Z” for now. Back to the story, so I saw this new kid come onto my bus and he automatically intrigued me. I saw him and I wanted to be his friend and get to know so much about him. The things is though at this time I was a very awkward kid and I had no idea how to talk to him. I could tell by the way things were he was very quiet type of guy. He never spoke to anyone on our bus, never smiled, never laughed, he just sat there alone staring out of his window with his earbuds in blasting music I could hear from the seat horizontal from him.
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.