Persuasive Friendship

At Phillips Summer Camp this summer, our Boy Scout Troop 24 were very disappointed in the camps food. Day after day the food would be bad or there would not be enough for all of us. One night for dinner we had a meatball sub and they told us it was going to be like Sub Way well it was nothing like it, and our Junior Assistant Scoutmaster became enraged how bad the food was. He wanted to talk…

“Look, all we’ve been eating on this trip is chicken and pasta, exactly what we have at home almost every night. Don’t you want to try something new and authentic?”

In life, people can gain friends quickly, but what no one talks about is that they can lose them just as fast. I learned how quickly a friendship can begin and end about two years ago. In August of 2013 a girl named Moriah Ebron was deemed my best friend. She lived in Delaware while I was all the way in West Virginia. That was a small challenge, but we made it work. We were able to visit each other and have an amazing friendship, but suddenly, something went terribly wrong. Never had I realized how fast friendships can end until I became friends with Moriah Ebron. This is an epic story of friendships and trials as well as love and hate. This is all about how I gained and lost a best friend in the same amount of time, and how that shaped me as a person.

Dinitia and I stayed in the pool all morning, splashing, practicing the backstroke and the butterfly. She flailed around in the water almost as much as I did. We stood on our hands and stuck our legs out of the water, did underwater twists, and played Marco Polo and chicken with the other kids. We climbed out to do cannonballs and watermelons off the side, making bug geyserlike splashes intended to drench as many people sitting poolside as possible. The blue water sparkled and churned white with foam (191).

After probably ten minutes inside the long intricate line that wrapped around the restaurant, I was finally able to get my hands on a burrito bowl and take my first bite. The bowl was colorful, the tomatoes, lettuce, and sour cream, made up the top half of the bowl, and under it the rice, beans, and chicken made up the bottom half. I didn’t expect much, but the first bite took me by surprise. The sour cream with the salsa was something I didn’t expect, it tasted so good. I could almost imagining eating a whole bowl filled only with sour cream and salsa, and maybe some chips on the side. The chicken added that was mixed in with the sour cream and salsa was something unique that I have never had before. This seemed like the perfect go-to spot for lunch after school, and it was. The only thing I didn’t like was the beans, but it was an easy fix. Almost everyday I would be at Chipotle with friends after school, my wallet was devastated, but my stomach was happy and that's all it mattered at the

Have you ever had a person in your life you never thought you could be friends with, but you ended up being best friends? Picking a point in my life that I know impacted my life in just one choice was easy. For me, Joining Cannon Falls Weightlifting team, was not only very enjoyable, but it gave me the opportunity to become friends with my now two best friends. So many questions to how in just ten months we went from strangers to best friends.

It was another bleary day. Lunch passed without incident with its occasional sloppy mash and bread, and Mrs. Line had already given out her daily thirty-page dose of homework for the night, inevitably due tomorrow. The lunch food made me gag, but the homework made me nearly fill my crying quota for the day. I tried not to let it get me down.

Instead of talking, I turned my back and grabbed my lunch sack. I took my lunch, and sat down with my friend group. In previous grades we had to sit with our class, which truly sucked, but now we didn't. Lunch has always been one of my favorite times of day, it still is. Earlier that day I left my breakfast on the counter which made me extremely hungry. I raced out of the creaky old wooden door my house could barely support and rushed directly to school. I knew that later my mom would have a stern talk with me about wasting the good food, but in that moment all I could think about was lunch. I began to starve, my blood flushed with the instant pleasure that euphoria brought as I gazed upon my phenomenal pizza stromboli. I gazed while my mouth hung open, taking in none of the conversation going on around me. My salivary glands began generating glittering drool that raced down my face as though it wanted the stromboli more than I did. I almost chowed down on the heavenly meal I recently unpackaged, but the lunch lady showed up out of nowhere. She asked me another question, one that had me scared, nervous, and dizzy all at the same time. This question made my

“ Ohh yeah, come help me find the tortillas for the enchiladas. “ Aria told her.

'Oh, nothing important, actually' answered Gracia, smiling. 'It's just that I got bored with that food that you eat. Therefore, yesterday I programmed different dishes in Silverbull's kitchen. Do you remember what I told you once about the importance of the taste in the food? And as you don't let me cook … '

“Yes, I can cook, Wulfric, thanks for asking!” she said and poured soup into a large wooden bowl.

“Hello Miep. Nice to see you. Let me help you with the food.” said Anne very nicely. Anne went to go put the food on the table

Addison acknowledged the spoken truth with a simple nod. “Fair enough, you did. I suppose we know what’s for supper tomorrow.”

During my observation period, the classroom was having snack time for the children. Each child was required to line up, use the restroom, wash their hands, and get a cup of water to drink with their snacks. The snacks that were provided for the day included a cup of jello and a handful of goldfish.

Do you have friends? Most likely, you answered yes, but I’m asking do you have “true friends”? I use quotes because my understanding of the general populous concludes me to believe people don’t have real honest, genuine, friends. These superficial friendships I speak of lead to a disastrous chaos, betrayal, and most importantly: a broken heart. Friends are those who look out for each other, those who will abort any personal objective for you at the drop of a hat. These aspects show a real friend, these aspects describe Rachel Stephenson.