The Broken Head And The Real Friendship

The day was so boiling that you could see the heat simmering above the road. I sat beside Lauren, my best friend of two years, as we buzzed down the highway in her father’s, or as I call him Burnie’s, Cadillac De Ville Convertible. With the roof off and wind in our ears, blocking any possible sound from being heard.

She arrives at the school the next day. Amanda didn’t want to get out of the car, but she new it had to be done. “Have a nice day honey.” her mom waves goodbye as she drives away.

When I went to the kitchen for a delicious first day of school breakfast, I found my parents excited as can be waiting for with pancakes with sweet, sugary, and fresh maple syrup straight from the tree to the white bottle of tastiness.

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

‘Hey Holden!,’ it read, ‘’Haven’t heard from you in ages! I’m doing okay, I guess. I still live at home, but my mom and my stepdad are separated now so it’s not that bad anymore. How are

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

Lennie and George, the inseparable pair, are always travelling together. Some people living in 1930’s California find this fact a little bit odd, but to George and Lennie, it is second nature. In the novel Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, the traditional views of friendship are challenged when the reader meets the main characters, one of whom is suffering from a disability that prohibits him from being able to learn and comprehend basic concepts such as remembering facts or following directions. The other friend, George Milton, grows increasingly frustrated with having to deal with the disability, and continually complains about it; regardless of that, Lennie Small and his lifelong friend George

“My dau--- My daughter was in this hospital,” I mumbled, “My daughter WHERE IS SHE!” I jumped out of my seat, but my leg gave out and I fell to the ground.

I remember that fateful day waking up to my mom’s homemade pancakes. She would always get up early on Tuesday mornings and make them for me. They were the best pancakes ever, they were never dry, always light and fluffy. They were mouthwatering, and I couldn’t resist them and I followed the smell to the kitchen.

I brought my plate outside, the patterned china seemingly wet in the sun. I took a bite of my sandwich. The cool veggies managed to dull the heat. The cucumbers crunched in the bread as i took another bite, my mind wondering as I set. I could recall all of the gathering held in this yard, both joyful and somber. Gatherings of celebration and mourning. Each year we would sit In the yard, mixed chatter filling the small clearing. Everyone flocked to the small, one story home. Grandmothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, all alike. Each gathering, the numbers seemed to grow. We would all sit, listening, gathering, and sharing stories of one another. Though it is always nice be reunited family and friends, the empty yard is an entirely separate place. As I finished my sandwich, I looked around, almost an hour had passed. I begun to clean up the spot I was occupying, stacking my dishes and

Stepping out into the Arkansas sunshine the smell of the barn and pine trees drifted in the air. The countryside was a nice break from the suburban setting I called home. I had only a moment to enjoy the familiar scenery before my cousin nearly knocked the wind out of me with her bear hug. It had been awhile since I was able to visit her. Aged only six months apart we spent a good deal of our childhood together. However, we would spend the next two months discovering just how dissimilar we were.

In the book, The Outsiders, by S. E. Hinton, Ponyboy Curtis tells his story on the struggles of being a Greaser. This fictional book focused on Ponyboy having to run away with Johnny after Johnny killed a Soc named Bob. They decide to turn themselves in only to injure or kill themselves while trying to save kids from a fire. The three topics addressed in the exhilarating novel are the power of friendship, what it means to be a hero, and the journey from youth to adulthood. To start with, Ponyboy and Johnny’s friendship grew enormously when they were hiding in the woods together and reading a book.

It is true that friendship boosts up your happiness, increases your sense of belonging and purpose, and reduces stress. In the novel, The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton, a group of adolescents go through thick and thin together and always have each other’s backs as friends. They all support one another and are there when needed, so they are like a big group/gang of brothers. They discover that friendship is all that matters throughout the book because they support each other no matter what. Hinton presents the idea that friendship makes friends become non-biological siblings; in fact, the greasers would do anything to help each other out.

Next, the power of friendship helps the Greasers cope with their situations however, some situations can make them lose hope. For instance, “Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re getting used to the idea. We’re going to be okay now” (75). This shows that Johnny and Ponyboy help each other cope with the idea of staying in a church. Even though the situation is bleak, they find a solution to the issue through the support of each other. Furthermore, Ponyboy narrated, “And even as the policemen’s guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally wanted” (154). This implies that friendship can be extremely powerful at times. Dally wanted the police to shoot at him so he could die since Johnny died. For the reasons above, friendship can be

There once was a boy named Jonathan (Jonathan Mcslurre, Jonny for short) and his family, ( including his parents, two sisters, and three brothers) every summer would all go rent a lake house. The lake house was secluded, relaxing, and quiet, mostly because it was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a forest, but nonetheless everyone enjoyed it…well everyone except for Jonathan.