The Importance Of My Best Friend

Back in seventh, I meet a girl who I instantly click with. We always hung out after school, told each other everything and whenever there was a group project, we would be partners or go together in a group. Eighth grade was when things started to change because we weren’t in the same class. The problem wasn’t that we were going to grow apart simply because we didn’t have any classes together because all our options were together and there was always lunch to hang out with each other. After a of school month, it was radio silence from her, I tried to talk to her, but she would either turn away or started to talk to someone else. I couldn’t comprehend when had happened between us, we didn’t get in an arguement. I wouldn’t have called her overweight, she was just a bit chubby, but by January she was unrecognizable. Her arms and legs looked like toothpicks and her head looked like it had shrunken in. When ninth grade rolled around, she started to talk to me again because we had mutual friends that we would eat lunch together in a group. We had French class together where we would sit with each other. In March, she started doing small that would have the lunch group and I were scratching our heads. At first it was just little things, like getting angry for no reason or excluding some girls in the group. Then it turned into her dating one of the lunch girl's ex-boyfriend. It’s

I realized that the girls I was hanging out with didn't like me for who I was, they only liked me because of the guy I dated. Ellie was having a bunch of girls over one night but didn't invite me, which I thought was weird because she was one of my really good friends. I texted her and asked her what was up, and why I wasn’t invited when everyone else was. She told me that they were probably going to meet up with the guys that night and that if I wanted to come over I would have to ask Joe if it was okay with him. These words have stuck with me, and have never left my mind. After this night everything started to change for me. Life became hard, I wasn't living anymore; I felt like I was going through the motions putting a big smile on my face acting like nothing in the world bothered me. When really, I wasn't happy. I had been friends with these girls for awhile now, way before freshman year but when it came to choosing who they would still be friends with they chose my ex boyfriend, not me. Not only did I get my heart broken, but I lost the people who I thought were my friends. I started off my sophomore year to a rough start. My grades were absolutely horrible. I didn't feel the need to try anymore. Then I began to see the light at the end of the

In middle school I met a girl who quickly became my best friend. After we met, we did nearly everything together. We were simply incepreable. We continued to be very close all the way up into junior year of high school. This is when she met and started dating one of the senior boys from our school. She had always had a thing for "bad boys" and this boy was a picture perfect representation of one. After she started seeing him more, I started seeing her less and less. The boy she was dating apparently disliked me; a lot. He began to take control of everything in her life. When she came to lunch everyday at school, she would sit with me and a group of my friends and tell us how he would hit

Let's go back to last year. One of my so called good friends, lets call her Tammy, stopped talking to me. We were friends from fourth grade to sixth. We lived in the same neighborhood, not that far away from each other. After school on Fridays, we would go to the park and hang out for hours. Then as we got older we would go swimming, and walk all around the neighborhood together. But one day in fifth grade, she was mean to someone neither of us liked. I saw nothing wrong with this considering that person was shady to everyone.

Summer of 2016 was a very interesting time for me. It was the start of the first serious relationship I had and lead to the intro to new people into my life who would end up becoming some of my best friends. We had summer workouts for hockey and it was every day of the week besides weekends. Except it was Caledonia mixed with Kentwood, our rivals. There was only 4 people from Caledonia and 17 from Kentwood, the Cal kids were me, Davis Ziesmer, Hunter Fridley, and Nolan Lockhart. I had no idea who Davis and Hunter were, but I knew who Nolan was because I had previously played with him on a hockey team. From what I knew, Hunter was a jerk at school, and Davis was nice and innocent, and toward the end of the summer my girlfriend had broken up

Every time I told her something that was important to me she would simply tell me she doesn’t care. We started drifting apart, it came to the point where I didn’t even want to talk when she was around because I was too afraid she was going to say something to me. People would tell Madison that I acted differently when she wasn’t around, I would actually talk and laugh. She questioned me about it and I didn’t know how to answer so I just said I didn’t know. Eventually the only time she talked to me was when she needed something, as in the homework she never did. I started to feel used, but I hid that from everyone. I don’t know why, but she always had to one-up me and I always stayed loyal to her. It was like I was on a leash, I couldn’t get away from her. It’s not that I wanted to get away, it’s the fact that I could never stand up for myself and say no. I was weaker than her and she took advantage of that. School started coming to an end and she decided that she wanted to move back to Florida for her final years of high school. This is when she started to crawl back into my life, easing her way in because I’m a constantly open gate. I let it all happen, because I’m not that person. I won’t do you the way you did me. I’m too nice. She never changed completely, she still had a terrible attitude, but I think she didn’t want to leave our friendship on lousy terms. I didn’t want

Starting eighth grade year, Naya and I received our schedules for the new year, in excitement we compared our classes and then realized that we did not share any of our classes. This was a first, because in the past two years, we would at least have two to three mutual classes. Of course, we were both upset, but we managed to see the best of it and on the way, make new friends, but I was always loyal to her. More time passed and she made a friend named Vanessa, they started to get really close, but I didn’t mind because I couldn’t really control who she can and can’t be friends with.

All of a sudden, everyone wanted to be her new best friend, and she became popular. “Oh my gosh, you’re so brave.” would be one of the things people would say to her and the like. The popular group started to do pranks and other questionable things, and when I had confronted her, she grew angry at me, yelling, “Why can’t I be popular for once? Why don’t you understand that?!” and we both had a heated argument and our friendship had been severely damaged to the point where we both sought to avoid the other’s presence. This continued for a period of time when one day, she came to me, crying. This was when we were transitioning between classes and I didn’t want to be late… despite this, I knew that getting a tardy was the right thing to do. I really missed her presence and company. She sobbed in the girl’s bathroom in the largest stall, telling me all of her problems, like how she was forced to do things she didn’t want to do and she didn’t know how to stop it. I let her cry in my lap and once the heaving sobs turned into quiet sniffles, she said, “I am probably the worst friend you ever had.” “You’re the only best friend I had.” I replied before giving a hug. It had felt right at the time and she had returned it back. The next day, we acted like nothing happened between us, but acknowledged each other in the hallways now. After a brief period of time, she came to me after school and wanted to talk again. This

On November 19th, 2016, my best friend Olivia and I got in the biggest fight we’ve ever had. I grew up with Olivia my best friend, and like a sister to me. My mom worked for Olivia’s dad cleaning their house, and took care of her mom during her pregnancy with Olivia. A year after Olivia was born and my mom would take me to work with her so that we could play. I am a grade older than her. I practically grew up with Olivia. Olivia is a blonde, blue eyed girl, with really long hair, she has a roundish pale face with freckles, and loves to wear makeup. I am a brunette, brown eyed girl, with short hair, an oval shaped face. I was always really close to Olivia growing up and did almost everything with her. Then slowly we started to drift apart.

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.

“A good friend is a connection to life, a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.” (Wyse, 2007) We all need friends. Friendships are very essential in our daily lives. If we did not have friends we would not be happy. We would be very lonely. They keep our heads on our shoulders. They help us to be strong in the hard times and have fun and relax through the tough times. I believe that everyone needs a really close best friend.

You know friends will always stick together no matter what. I remember when I first met my very best friend Norah. When we first met she was very shy. I met her in second grade. I was about 6 or 7 and she was 7. We never really talked in 2nd grade because I was a new kid. In the 3rd grade year she seemed as if she didn’t really talk to anybody except for certain kids. I really wanted to talk to her. So I did one day at recess and it was AMAZING, and she was so nice and I knew we were going to be good friends. She would talk to me here and there. BUT THEN the teacher made a HUGE mistake by sitting us together. How you may ask? Here’s how…after that day…oooooooo mannn… the two pees in a pod, the P.I.Cs, the twins happened, o lord!

Barbados is a vibrant Caribbean island with natural beauty and gracious hospitality. It has one of the highest standards of living and literacy rates in the world, and a major tourist destination. The weather is always sunny and warm with temperatures ranging from the high 70’s to the low 90’s. These kinds of qualities are reasons that a friend of mine is planning to take a trip there, and she invited me to go along with her tour. Barbados has American, British, African, and Caribbean roots with its own distinctive customs, traditions, and values. The country’s identity is expressed through its history, cuisine, and the arts. Barbados’ history, heritage, and culture are unique to this country.

I’ve never been great at making friends, and sometimes I jump the gun and overestimate how friendly I can be or how much I can rely on a person. This time however, they weren’t a bit bothered by me leaning on them for help. I had somehow attracted the attention of a complete stranger, who managed to get my number from someone else, that claimed they went to school with me and saw me I the hallways. The stranger proceeded to tell me what he thought of my appearance and his various opinions. When this boy messaged me, I panicked, I cried, and I was scared. Then I sought help from my new friend. I knew that they may not want to help me or turn me away, but I told them what was happening anyways. Immediately, they comforted me helped me work up the courage to block the person on every social media platform and block their phone number. This instance where they helped me find courage may have been the first, but it was far from the last. Over the years that we had been friends they helped me realize on multiple occasions that no one is “normal” and that it’s okay to ask for help. I’ve had anxiety for years, but once I went into high school everything went spiraling out of control. I began to have more and more frequent panic attacks. Sometimes

I went in to high school with my two best friends, Elaine and Lisa. We had been friends with for six years and throughout grade school and into high school. We sat together in the cafeteria at Helias, we helped each other with homework, but most importantly, we were there for each other. This all changed when Elaine got a boyfriend. She abandoned us completely. Elaine became a person that Lisa and I did not know. I missed her so much, but I knew that she had moved on, so I needed to do the same. Lisa and I became much closer because of Elaine. One day, I had not talked to my friend Amelia in a long time so I sat with her at lunch. The next day, I went back to sit with Lisa and our friends, but they had filled my usual spot with another girl. This was when Lisa stopped talking to me completely. She ignored me at all costs. After realizing that she was not the best for me, the search for new friends began.