“You will always be my best friend,” words that seemed so unbreakable at the time. Middle of my freshman year, and I sat in history, right next to my so-called “best friend” not saying a word. People always say that your friends in high school change, but I certainly did not think that would come true my freshman year. Everything happened so suddenly, one week we were hanging out, and the next, we were trying to avoid eye contact in the hallway. I understood that friends fight, and we had fought several times, but this one had a different vibe to it, I could tell things were changing. Since sixth grade, it had always been us four. The three brunettes, one with thick, perfectly flowing hair and the most naturally pretty face. The other one …show more content…
She immediately got an expression on her face that looked as if I had just told her a disturbing horror story.
“You’re so annoying, this is why I don’t talk to you anymore. You don’t find anything funny,” she yelled to me as everyone was struck back by the scene she just made.
I was bombarded with these hateful words that made me realize they all knew I was getting left out, but they said nothing to prevent it. Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me? That question lingered in my mind that whole week and weekend, when I finally realized that there are changes that come with high school and this was going to be one of them.
They didn’t talk to me or try to figure out what was wrong, they moved on with their lives like I had never even been a part of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I was compelled to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made, I would experience with new people. I had opened myself up and made new connections with other friends, and I didn’t let this one experience stop me from being happy and having
At the beginning of the year the people I was hanging out with are amazing people, but they didn't make me feel welcome at the table. So in the first month of school, I had already switched tables. The friends that I migrated to are good people, who make terrible decisions. They made me feel pressured to hate certain people and act a certain way. I didn't realized how much this had affected my life until recently. Those friends made me feel like I had to have something wrong with me to be different, or fit in with them. When I finally realized what they were doing to me, I left. I moved to another table, these people are the best people ever. They reminded me that I don't have to have something wrong with me to be their friend. This point in my life was just a few weeks ago, and I already feel better than I have in a long time.
Then on January 18th we started texting about our issues. My friend had not been very nice lately, and she had changed since she was my buddy in crime in elementary school. So, we started texting about our issues. I was about to send the text, “Gtg”, and go downstairs for dinner, when she sent a text saying, “I don’t think we should be best friends anymore.” As soon as the text lit up on my phone screen, I started sobbing. I was heartbroken, destroyed, and most of all, disappointed. My best friend since 2nd grade had told me she didn’t want to be my best friend anymore, and ever since then, it really did feel like that. I was lucky if I ever felt that we were just acquaintances. This text devastated me. In most situation, if you make a friend in early elementary school, usually you’re friends and you stay friends forever, and get closer year by year. But, in my case, that fate did not happen. My best friend turned around on me and said she didn’t want to be my best friend anymore. So I realized that even though friends can promise things, you never know what will happen to a friendship five years in the future, but if friends are loyal to you, a friendship could last a
When going into high school the same friends you have in freshmen year aren’t the same in senior year. Strong Friendship is always hard to get, I knew who my real friends were after every year in high school ended. By the end of my senior year I had almost all the same friends except for three or four. But there was this one girl who stayed and she been my best friend since then we have had tough time and we have broken up but we always come back to each other. During the break ups I never treated anybody special like I did with her somehow I knew she was going to come back. The theme was always in my life and it showed me that not all my good friends are going to stay but when you have a best friend they’re always going to be
The funny thing is the harder I try, I cannot seem to remember my “friends” name. She moved within the first year of my being there and besides I have a horrible memory. We played with each other over the summer and went to school in the fall. Within the first week one of the “popular” girls told me that if I continued to be friends with this girl, I could not be in the crowd because they did not like this girl. I selected friendship over popularity and this affected my self esteem for the rest of my school years. The popular people begin avoiding me and out and out calling me names. They would taunt me telling me how ugly I was, how my face was filled with pimples, how I was smelly, how I looked like a giraffe, and so on.
After a while Patrica and Amanda started to notice my leave of absence and started going out of their way to say hi to me and ask about my day and so on. I would always leave it short with them. Following their long heys and catching up conversations I would always respond the same just with a simple "hi" or even just a wave or little smile and with a "oh nothing". How it makes me chuckle thinking about it. Anyway after about half the school year doing this, they did try to reach out and ask if they did something wrong and again I would always say the same thing no why? Which I know, I shouldve just said what was on my mind but it did make me delighted that they knew I how once felt about that friendship. The end of the school year is kind of a blur with my grades going down the drain, my home life not being so great, and "losing" my best friend but also having some of the best and funniest memories of my life. I realized while they werent the best friends a person could ask for, they did somewhat realize how they made me feel so I did make up with Amanda and Patricia because I had bigger and more stressful things to worry about
The sun gleamed vibrantly on August 5, 2008, but I did not sense the warmth as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was only six years old at the time and preparing to begin first grade in less than one month. As I crossed the threshold into the home of my best friend, I had a sensation everything would change. At such a young age, I was having to tell my best friend goodbye. Blake Basgall had leukemia and would not be around when I returned from vacation, according to my mom. That day, I had spent hours coloring a picture in his favorite color, blue, so I could give it to him prior to heading to my grandma’s for the week. Blake was my first real friend. He had a thoughtful and daring heart through all of his surgeries and medication treatments. Blake Lee Basgall would become an inspiration
I had a major break down after my mom passed away and I called upon my best friend to guide me through my rough waters. I was going to college at the time and she was still in high school. She called her mom to get her out of class because I needed her. She ended up coming to my school and taking me out for lunch. We sat in a pint-size diner and talked for hours. We talked about my mom and her quirky traditions and games she used to play, we talked about the jokes my mom used to pull and how she could effortlessly paste a smile on anyone’s face. The tears came and went between both of us and the conversation glided along without a bump. However, our little chat became very one-sided when her phone went off and it was the guy she had been crushing on. She’d pick up her phone every other minute or so to text the guy back, and she would nod along as though she was still paying attention to my sobbing and venting. She started to give little or no feedback and her phone became top priority.
She doesn’t know this, but she changed my life. She was there for me when it seemed like no one else was. When most of my friends were dissolving around me and I just didn’t feel like I could do anything right, she was there, and she made everything seem okay. It didn’t matter that I was inevitably going to graduate with a GPA a tenth of a point lower than I wanted, or that my director told me that he was disappointed in me because I just didn’t seem focused lately, or that my other friends just weren’t talking to me anymore. It didn’t matter because she was there and she made me feel safe. She’s my best friend, and I love her and admire her for so many different reasons.
In the beginning, once I found that one friend I thought would always be there and never turn his back on me, had been my best friend since head start, but then took me for granted and did not even acknowledge my existence anymore. That one friend I trusted with everything in me, the one I told my problems to and got advice to fix them, had jolted my right in the back. He just disappeared and left me with nothing but memories of us being together. Those things that happened made me turn my back even though I viewed him as a true friend, even more, a brother. I could not even believe in the least bit that he would do this to me, but as time went on, I changed and kept asking myself if it is for the best to forget about it. Although I did not know why he did such a thing that would lead up to us not communicati...
As a child, I spent a great deal of time at the beach, imitating the seagulls as they darted back and forth along the sand, trying to dodge the incoming water. With each passing summer, I spent less time imitating the birds and more time enticed by the force and power of the ocean. I was hypnotized by the waves as they broke along the shore, settled in a foamy-form, and rolled back out to sea. It was not long before I found pleasure in running into the water and allowing the waves to crash over me, pummeling me to the floor. Often times, I would come up gasping for air, causing my mother to have minor heart attacks while she observed from the shore. Adrenaline filled me each time I was knocked over. There was something invigorating about not
“Your family will always be there for you” is what my mom has told my siblings and I as we grew up over the years. She constantly instilled this into us and stressed family values and morals. I am one of four children and came from parents that were high school sweethearts. As a young child, I built a strong connection with my father but slowly I started to notice our bond was slowly fading away. For example, I vaguely remember my dad started to not show up at family dinners and didn 't take me to the liquor store after school to get Hot Cheetos and Cactus Cooler, which is a daily routine that we always did together. As time passed by, I was in 3rd grade when I finally noticed that my father was permanently not living at home and I was never told why. My siblings and I then started to see my dad come back in forth into the house every
When you’re young, you don’t care about how a person looks or acts, they’re just people, friends. Growing up, you’ll find that qualities a friend has to have or can’t have become very important. It took a special kind of friend to show me that the true heart of a person is what really counts.
The idea of meeting someone special for the first time is always portrayed as the most beautifully fated incident whether in books or movies. When I met my best friend for the first time, we didn’t bump into each other with papers from our books flying majestically in the air and we didn’t have a staring contest in the middle of a crowded hallway. We also certainly didn’t think we would end up being friends, let alone inseparably close to each other.
... very clear how the friendship that I had with Roly has changed since high school ended. The Roly I knew would hang out with me and his friends any opportunity he had gotten, rather than turning them down in a heartbeat. The Roly I knew would have maybe considered a better career choice than the one he choose because he didn’t want to study for too long, and lastly the Roly I knew would gone to place we liked, like going to Ultra with his buddies rather than staying home and watching it. Whenever I think about it, it kind of bothers me in the sense that a person that I was so close to, changed so much after high school, especially since I did everything with this person throughout all of high school. We still are friends today and we do hang out every blue moon together, and even though we aren’t as close as we used, we are still neighbors and we are still friends.
I took a long, hard look at the people around me and figured out what their good attributes were and why they were significant in my life. When I figured out who they were as people and what they could give as a friend, versus what I needed as a friend, I made my decision. It wasn’t a decision that was said out loud or one that was publicized. I just directed my energy towards the people who needed my friendship in return for the friendship they had shown me. When I realized who was a true friend and who was not, it hurt. There was a lot of pain, knowing somebody didn’t care as much about me and my well=being as I had wanted them to. It wasn’t until later, that I realized they could still be in my life, just not as much involved it as they once