My Friend : My Best Friend

Every single individual has a set of values that are dear to them and and as individuals we tend to live our lives by these particular standards or principals and we all find things to have different levels of importance. The values i chose include friendship, happiness, dedication, adventure/exploration and curiosity.

I started to cry and yelled for help but no one heard me. I continued to scream and cry hoping that someone would come, but it seemed as if I was alone in the world, no one around to hear or help me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much pain I was in, and that only made matters worst.

Throughout our lifetime we face opportunities to interact with one another, often creating relationships unbounded by definitions but in unconditional terms of reason. We hold onto these individuals in hopes for an internal bond fostering a lifelong friendship. I am talking about your best friend. We have all had one at some point in our lives, many times fluctuating between people but still maintaining a set system of how to determine the deserving title. My ethical dilemma is the special bond I had the opportunity to continue between my good friend and myself.

Passing the mile marker of informing me that Norfolk was right around the corner, filled me with the anticipation of so much happiness, but a little bit of nervousness too. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends for the longest time. Driving down the bumpy highway, I thought back to some of my fondest memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending to have a chocolate shop with the mud from rain. As little girls, we would dress up and making singing videos, which continued well into when she drove me to school me freshmen year and we would sing and blast jams, sipping on our caramel frappuccinos. It had been almost a year since I last saw her. She had graduated from Midlothian High School the year before and was now attending Old Dominion University. It was Midlothian’s spring break and she had invited me up to visit her that first weekend off. When the car pulled up by her dorm building, she was waiting outside, wearing that same old cobalt-colored sweatshirt with stains from baking scrumptious desserts with her. We leapt into each other's’ arms. The hug was the purest form of friendship and love and it felt so great to see her. I said goodbye to my mom and walked up to Julia’s room. There was huge, Disney puzzle on the floor and I immediately sat to contribute my amazing puzzle skills. While we worked on it, we caught up on everyday girl talk - the usual dramas of the neighborhood and which boys we were talking to. We also went

Those words were some of the saddest ones I’ve heard. Living in Spanaway, Washington for over five years I’ve earned some pretty good friends. One of my best friends is a girl named Bella. Bella has medium length hazel hair matching her eyes and a tan small figure. Bella and I knew each other since second grade, but up until fourth grade we never really acknowledged one another. We only spoke in our reading groups and when we walked past each in the halls or at recess. We became friends on the first day of fourth grade. You see we didn’t become friends on our own. Not at all. Instead it was actually our other friend who introduced us to each other. The other girl who I will call J and I almost instantly found ourselves becoming friends as soon as I entered the school gate. We soon figured out we were in the same class, little did we know my future best friend would too be in that class. Later on in the day J had met Bella and later introduced us at lunch. We all instantly somehow clicked. And that was the start of a blooming friendship.

Ever since I was a little child, I had found that I matured a little faster than most people I knew. Yet, I still had many things to learn, just like the rest of my peers. Of course, I also had my share of tantrums and tears like most people. There was a point where I had to grow up even more than I had ever done before, and I remember quite vividly that it was during fifth grade. Fifth grade was the year where I had a lot of drama happen, and it was a time where I realized that friends may not always be what you would like them to be, nor will they always stay as the person you had first knew.

Friendship, the outcome of comfortness and closeness to someone. It can only take a look, a smile, a few words, and perhaps just a few minutes to build a significant connection. A perfect match in which thoughts and emotions sink in together, for it has no form, no color, no distinction whatsoever. Meeting my other half, my best friend was a life-changing event because she was the first person I became close to after moving to a new school, the person I made the most memories with, and perhaps one of the most crucial lessons in my life.

All good things in life must eventually come to an end; a good book, a movie, even a tasty meal. Sometimes the end can be a good thing, like graduating from school, moving out of childhood home, or retirement. But like many other endings, the end of a multiple year friendship can leave you with a pit in your stomach, like you have just been punched in the gut. Friendships can end in different ways, sometimes one friend moves away or heads to college or you simply grow apart. But when you realize that your friend, your best friend, is a person who hurts you and is so consumed with themselves and their own motives that they forget how to be your friend; that’s what hurts the most. There comes a moment when your friendships flips from meaning everything to you to being nothing at all. In an instant they turn on you and make you seem like a horrible person because of their own issues and insecurities. Your best friend hurts you, leaves you broken and alone and all you are left with is thoughts of regret. Thoughts that you wasted years of your time and energy for someone who betrayed you within a matter of seconds.

Been 6 months 194 days, 8 hours ,49 minutes , and 20 seconds since I lost my best friend. These past couple months have been horrible for me. She is all I think about on a daily basis. Everything I do is for her. I remember this day like it was yesterday. All the tears, memories, laughs, conversations. Kamilion Jenkins meant a lot to a whole bunch of people. She was filled with laughter, love, smiles, everything you can think of. All the memories we had together, the night I heard the bad news, and the day we said our last goodbyes are the days I won't ever forget.

Would you prefer your friends to be more similar or would more diverse? Regardless of what the answer most the time people that are similar tend to stick together. This however is not the case with my best friends there are as many differences as there are similarities if not more. Isaac and Aric are cousins, but also my best friends also becoming best friends with each other after the three of us started hanging out. The different aspects of them both is what brings the three of us together.

“Lovers have a right to betray you… friends don’t.” This quote by Judy Holliday hits the nail right on the head. When we forge friendships, we expect them to last. No matter how head over heels you are for a person romantically, there’s always a little voice in the back of your mind that says, “They might not be ‘the one’!” It is not so with a friend. Friendships are based on the premise that you will always be there for one another, and when that doesn’t happen the sting is worse than heartbreak. It is soulbreak.

As i grow up i realize that the people who i thought were important to are sometimes just a waste of time. I had a friendship that started at childhood and grew us into best friends and we always stuck together no matter what. I was always there for her through everything, when she had no home i welcomed her into my home, i was her main support. All throughout middle and elementary school i never really payed attention to all the bad things she said or did, honestly i knew it hurt but i never knew how bad it really was. She constantly put me down for the way i dressed, looked,and honestly everything i ever did just to make herself look better than me as she copied anything i did in life. Honestly i didn't want to lose the closest friend i've ever had not noticing the toxic friendship, we knew each other so well. We were kinda like the same person growing up any face expression one of us made we knew exactly what it meant, we were always together and at times we would say that we were sisters because we were so alike. I put her before anything and pushed away a lot of good people along with ton of good friendships that could have been amazing. She knew about my past and fear of people leaving me like my mom did when i was younger so she used it against me honestly. She would get mad at the smallest things and put the blame on me so i tried hard to keep her happy so i could keep our friendship going which meant giving up things i didn't wanna lose sometimes. When i look bad

Growing up I heard of a myth stating, “if a friendship lasts more than seven years, then it will last a lifetime”. Thinking this was true I wasted seven years on a girl who I thought would be my everlasting best friend.

I’d never thought about dying before until the incident. Death seemed like something that came later on in life. A tragedy that only fell upon the shoulders of the elderly. It never occurred to me that it could happen to anyone; at anytime. Even within the safety of school walls I had seen it, but I never could believe it. I’d hear about the lives that were taken too soon from kids who I grew up admiring; kids who I had once walked along side with in the hallways. But not even seeing the tears that fell down their faces and the cries that would abrupt out of nowhere from their bodies could make me see the reality of it. My head could not wrap around the thought that God would take such a young life. That he would even consider taking a child from their parents. It all seemed surreal, until it happened so close to home.

The first thing I saw as I walked into Jefferson High was him, the guy I 'd had a crush on ever since I could remember. His name was Jonathan, Jon for short. He had been my best friend since kindergarten, until one day she came into the picture. Her name was Courtney and she was mean and stuck up. But of course when Jon came into the picture she suddenly became the sweetest person in the world. She was far from sweet though. She was the reason that I called Jon an ex-best friend now. The day she walked through the doors of Jefferson High was the day my life fell apart. As soon as she came in Jon was all over her and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn 't tear them apart.