Sydney Rott

When I was a kid, a girl lived next door to me. She was beautiful, graceful, and overall a kind person. Her name was Riley. I remember the times where I hung out with her. She was a cool girl who didn’t mind a boy hanging around with her. We often spent our time swinging on a rope in the park and playing tag. In time, I felt… attached to her. I wanted to tell her this. However, something happened.

For example, I bought a dessert from my favorite place and told everyone not to eat it. when I came home from practice I went to go eat it but when i went to get it, it was gone. I was extremely mad once I found out it was my sister. It took me the longest time to forgive her.

Basically best friends. We would Facetime and message each other every day. Time flies by and it’s 8th grade. Everyone had already formed their cliques. Hannah and I weren’t in the same clique, and didn’t sit at the same table. Hannah wasn’t very popular and hung out with the “lame people.” I encouraged Hannah to sit with me. My friends were absolutely rude and mean about it at first, but then they got to know her and she felt like she belonged. I felt overjoyed for her. One day, something terrible had happened in math class. These two kids named Joey and Peter who were popular jocks, called this girl named Brianna ugly. It was because Brianna stood up for this kid named Eric, who was being bullied by them. Hannah told them that it wasn’t nice. Then they continually called her loser and dumb until she started crying. Hannah went up to me and I asked her what was wrong. She told me what had happened, and I felt so anxious. What I was going to do took guts. I marched over with my friend Adaora. “Stop it! Bullying isn’t okay! Shut up!”“Yeah, cut it out. It’s not cool. You’re hurting her feelings.”, Adaora said. They then stopped and were quiet the whole class period. Hannah was about to leave school, but I told her that I was always going to be there for her, no matter what happens. I felt courageous. It beyond doubt made our friendship so much stronger knowing that we would always be there for each

By eighth grade, I managed to bring her into the group of friends I was in and by that time we had formed a true friendship bond that we knew, or somewhat thought, would last forever. She had become my best friend, the main person I could count on to be there for me through the good and bad times. No matter what anyone would say about us, we stuck by each other’s side. We made the best out of our eighth-grade year. When it was time to get ready for high school, we both decided to apply for Townview Magnet Center. I applied for Business and she applied for Health and Professions. The biggest joy of all was to find out we had both been accepted there and could go together.

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.

Charles Dickens book clearly reveals the idea of resurrection through the character of Sydney Carton. Although, in the 1980 version of A Tale of Two Cities directed by Jim Goddard, the same actor, Chris Sarandon plays the role of both Sydney Carton and Charles Darnay. Through having such change being made, it severely shifts the theme of the novel. For starters, the author is trying to reveal the idea of resurrection but does so by the character of Sydney Carton and when he decides to give his own life for that of Charles. Thus, when both characters are the same actors in the film, it also creates new ideas of who Sydney really seeks to be, not only himself but Charles as well. Nevertheless, the whole idea of resurrection is questioned due

I met my best friend when I moved from the back of the room to the front to escape one of my former friend’s negativity in Mr. Stockwell’s AP Literature and Composition. I always heard rumors about Brooke being a bully or unpleasant, and I believed it at first because she gave me a dirty side-eye the first week I sat next to her. Then when I pulled out my lanyard to put my key back on it, she gasped and started up a conversation on the anime Attack on Titan. We were alike in more ways than one, which was one more than we both previously believed. My upbringing taught me how to judge someone before actually meeting them, and there I was, thinking I had my friendships laid out properly to the point of being set for life. After hanging out with

I knew her for less than a year, but in that short time we got to know each other as well as if we had been friends for our entire lives. I met Anna Rondeau* at a private online high school where we were both taking a few courses. With long, sleek, chestnut hair and mischievously twinkling eyes, Anna was one of the most fun-loving girls I knew. Everyone loved her for her blunt honesty, entertaining personality, sharp wit, and charming southern mannerisms. Oddly enough, our best friends shared the same first name and both Anna and I wanted to be the same thing when we grew up. To listen to us banter over both the most serious and trivial of matters, it would have been difficult for someone who didn’t know to guess that we lived over a thousand

12 years ago, Gina and I had first met at a fateful Daisy Scout meeting—but 7th grade was when we ecstatically joined the photography club and bonded over photoshoots of the snowy soccer field, daisy bouquets, and the town’s architecture. Freshman year, she persuaded me to join the tennis team with her, and from the experience, I've grown to love the sport and even make friends at Shelton. Finally, in our shared classes like APUSH, we had a blast recording an 80s mixtape for our final exam project. Our friendship is symbiotic—I teach her trickier concepts while she pushes me to loosen up and say what’s on my mind. Before junior year when I moved to a different town and high school, we promised to stay close and meet up every month. Although

At the end of my first grade year, I moved away from the small, rural town near Vienna where I had lived since I was born. On my first day of school at Lincoln Elementary, I quickly made friends with two girls in my class named Pam and Kelly. Pam and Kelly introduced me to their group of friends that were all in our second grade class. For the rest of the school year, this group of friends was who I played on the playground with everyday and talked to in the classroom. After a great first year of school in Marion, the time came for my third grade year. Every year at Lincoln, there is a day that is close to the beginning of the school year where the students can come to the school to meet their new teacher and look at the class list to see which of their friends is in their class. On that morning, I went to Lincoln to find out who my new teacher was. To my dismay, I found out that all of my friends from second grade had a different teacher than I did. After finding out that I was not in class with any of my friends, I knew that I would have to find a new friend to talk to in my third grade class in addition to having all of my friends from second grade. At the beginning of my third grade year, I hung out with two friends I met named Phyllis and Erin. As the year progressed, I started to hang out with Angela who would soon become one of my best

I can’t imagine life without her. She is one of my best friends and never will hate each other. If we were to argue we would make up immediately. So how did this friendship start? Well, by going to the lab, where my parents work. Yes, it is boring, but it was way better than SACC camp. I absolutely despise Sacc camp because I barely knew anybody and would end up in tears. But, that day turned out way better than expected! It started with my parents just taking me there by train.

In one’s life, there are many core memories that make up who a person is and many life changing events or people that help shape your identity. At the time, one might not realize how much someone changed their life, or how an event completely changed them as a person, but in the end, one will be truly grateful for the events and people who helped them become who they are; just as I am. The day I met my best friend changed a lot of aspects of my life and helped shape my identity. We met at basketball practice over Thanksgiving break this past year, and we had never talked before because I was scared that I would not be funny enough or she would think I was not popular enough. Then, one day we were in the middle of a drill and I decided step

Everyone has a friend that they would do anything for. Mine was my best friend McKenna, we had everything in common. We both like the same music, we both could go from shopping and going to Starbucks and within an hour we would be covered in dirt chasing a chicken or climbing trees. I still remember the day we met, it was almost nine years ago. We both were going to “The Little Summer Camp”. At that camp you would make a friend and hang out with them for a day then probably never see them again. Believe it or not this is almost exactly what happened with us. I remember while we were playing with blocks she was telling me about how her brother doesn't know how to pump gas and for some reason I held on to that story for eight years.

I literally opened my mouth and said, “ Uhhh Hmmmm….” It literally sounded like I couldn’t talk. But they laughed and said, “We are going to teach you how to mingle.” And so a friendship bloomed before me. All of them helped me cover up my fears of socializing, like small talk and meeting new people, and now I can talk to people with ease (well kind of but better than before) although I’m still filled with butterflies every time I talk. I can now say things like, “ My name is Jessica, what is your name?” and “ I’m okay, thank you, and hello.” Although everyone the person who was always there for me was her. The girl with her hair tied up, a smile on her face, and a heart of a true friend, Rozlynn. In the sixth grade I felt like we were drifting apart, like new friends came along and she hung out with them while I hung out with other friends. I pondered on this with much thought, walking back and forth around in my room. But that wasn’t the case. She made new friends and slowly and cautiously, I became friends with them. Now she considers me as one of her best friends and I feel the same way. Then one day she said, “ Next year, I’m moving to

I’ve ever really had a best friend; that was until I met Claire. It was my first day of school on a cold day in November at Preston Heights High School. I was in guidance office, talking to the counselor. The counselor called in this girl to show me the ins and