The Best Friends In My Life

At first, I was panicking. I was panicking a lot. We had a few days of winter break left, which also signaled starting my new school, Reynolds. It was hard saying goodbye to my teachers(a proud teacher's pet) and friends. Luckily, most of my friends had my number so I could still communicate with them. Nevertheless I was still overthinking everything that could happen; what if everyone hated me, what if I did not fit in, and most importantly, would my best friends and I still be as close?

My feelings for you have attained so much gravity that I feel the need to put them down on paper. Before reading this, I need you to know something. I wrote this for you, not for the world. This is meant for your eyes and your eyes only. Anyone who is not you or me will not understand even if they think they do. This is what I couldn’t express verbally, and as always, I express better on paper.

One of the most severe trials that has ever affected my life was when I lost one of the most important people in my life, my grandmother. She was someone who had a major influence in my life, and for most of it she was very sick, in pain, couldn’t move very well she was pretty brittle in that sense. Before this severe tragedy, It never really came to my mind that someone I love could just disappear like that. During her final week of expected time to live, she was the worst, non responsive, incoherent, and suffering, all we got from her was heavy breaths. Within 1 weeks time we get the call that she had passed and we rushed over, seeing them drag away her corpse ensconced blue duffel bag was probably the hardest thing to witness. October 12th 2015, 5 days from her 90th birthday, she took her last breath. Someone who loved me, took care of me, and watched as I grew up, suddenly was gone.

I can remember the day that I lost my best friend like it was yesterday. I remember getting the phone call from joseph's mom, Ms. Bennett.Joseph was her baby. Joseph and I had been best buds throughout all of high school and into our college days, both being accepted to the same university and rooming together, we always spent time with each other.

Inside the high school, I walk to my first period class, geometry. The study of shapes, something I’ll never use in life. However long that life may be.

March 11th, 2014, I was lying in my bed listening to music, when my sister went up to me and told me, "Andi died." Andi was my best friend at the time. When we were younger, Andi and I would spend almost every weekend together. We would play together at recess in elementary school. I remember playing horse and cowboy. One person would down on their hands and feet, and the other would sit on their back. The person who was on the ground would try to walk around and throw the other person off of their back. I always was the horse, because she was significantly shorter and smaller than I was. I always attempted to sound like a horse "neigh, neigh". Andi was part of my group of friends at school, whenever someone had a birthday party, we would all be invited. At my friend Anna's birthday party one year. We played the dance game Michael Jackson: The Experience. Whenever there was a dance duet, Andi would want to play because she was obsessed with Michael Jackson, but no one wanted to play with her. After a while, I went up and told her I would do it with her. After that, we would spend hours upon hours dancing to Michael Jackson.

As the first tear rolled down my cheek in that hospital bed I kept on repeating that one sentence over and over again. “You are my best friend”. Before that point in time, I was completely lost. I had no sense of friendship and believed this would continue on. Realizing that the text sent to my phone earlier that day was true I felt a happiness I haven’t felt before. I continuously wrote down what she had sent me into my notebook. “You are my best friend”. So many thoughts rushed in and out of my head as that sentence rang truer and truer in my head.

It was late November snow fluttered gracefully, piling on every flat surface. Memories flooded back to the times long ago of my best friend and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, her eyes shimmered and gleamed when she smiled and her excitement at the smallest things reminded me of a kid at Christmas. Sometimes I sit back and look back at all the days before they transported me off to school, and snatched me away from her, the tears in her eyes reflecting her hurt. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me elsewhere, that she wasn’t providing me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

My dog Murphy, who was seven years old, was like my best friend. He was always at my side since day one. He was a loving, fun, and comforting dog. Murphy was super protective of me and would always try to get someone’s attention when he thought I needed help. I never knew a dog was capable of doing that, but he could. Murphy was literally the best dog in the world. Anytime I was sad, he knew. To cheer me up, I got his slobbery kisses to the point where my face was gone at the end! I always saw a long life planned ahead for him. I expected him to live till he was twelve, like most dogs, but that wasn’t the case.

He was my childhood best friend.Our friendship was above any other relationships.Nothing could disunite us not even our parents.We had different embodiment, but we had the same understanding and knowledge.We used to deceit to our parent to hang out frequently.We were ready to demise and assassinate anyone for particular, that’s what acquaintance do…We were kinda like that.And of course, we would sit with our best companion and not miss day to troll a teacher and make some pandemonium. And, yeah, of course, if he’s not coming to school, I am not going either.

With the knowledge I have of my best friend Cole Haverland, I thought I knew him so well because of our long lasting, never ending best friendship. He is an amazing genuinely good friend that will always be there for me when I need him or when he thinks I need him and he showed me that he will forever be my friend and help me in a time of need without thinking.

Over the last year, I have discovered that the number one rule in life is to never judge a book by its cover. Throughout my high school career, I became close with my boyfriend’s best friend, Mikey Lucrezio. He had a rambunctious, hilarious, lively personality that could sway the mood of any room he walked into. Mikey was a Varsity baseball player, a member of the National Honor Society, and one of my good friends. Senior year, I was greeted every day in Biology class with him screaming at the top of his lungs about something that made no sense and him flexing his biceps to show us how much they have grown in the last 24 hours. I regularly attended baseball games throughout high school and I vividly remember him rallying his team before every game and being everyone’s biggest supporter throughout times of difficulty. Things like these are the reason why you never really know what is going on in someone’s head. Even though he was often the one to cheer up the people around him, he heavily relied on people to be there for him as well. Usually that worked out for him, but over the course of the past summer he broke up with his girlfriend of two years, had many falling outs with some of his other friends, and experienced newfound family issues. Relying on other people for comfort was no longer an option.

To speak two different languages is such a impressive trait to have. One of my best friends is bilingual and she amazes me. Her name is Evelyn and I met her four years ago. I was eleven when we first met and she was ten. She lives in Montevideo, Uruguay. I made the long and dreadful trip back there when I was thirteen. It was like a gigantic family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an peculiar way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and prodigious church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.

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.

You know that person you’ve had a crush on for a long time, but it never seems to go anywhere? That one person who you find very attractive and amusing, whom you spend a better part of your day with, but go relatively unnoticed. Well, you my friend are in the friend zone. This is probably one of the most frustrating situations you’ll ever encounter. Nevertheless, no matter what you do they just never seem to understand. It’s almost as if they didn’t appreciate your effort. They just always seem to view you as just a friend. I notice you might just be waiting for them to realize your attraction to them, but this is the real world, it’s probably never going to happen without you taking the initiative. Lets face it, this isn’t an episode of