When I was little girl growing up, the best thing in existence besides Disney princesses were Band-Aids. They stopped, as my little brother screamed when injured, “THE BLOOD!!!” In addition to protecting my injuries, they also had the magical power to make them feel better. From a scraped knee, to a broken toe, I believed they could heal anything. However, what I didn’t grasp in my innocent youth was the love and affection that was administered with the application of a Band-Aid. While I was in elementary school, a new girl from upstate New York moved in two houses down from me. Tragically, both of her parents had recently passed away, and after an ugly custody court battle, her grandmother brought her to New Jersey. After news of her arrival I gathered up my courage, grabbed my dogs and walked down to her house to introduce myself. I knocked on her door, perhaps a little too loudly, stepped back, and waited. A shy little girl with short, light brown hair and glasses appeared from behind her new front door and gazed at me. While we walked that night I didn’t realize how close we would become. Evy was the first friend that I had real sleepovers with and However, just as quickly as she entered my life, almost two years later Evy started to move on. She became closer with girls in her own grade, just as my circle of friends in middle school became more solid. At first, I was hurt that she wasn’t my friend anymore. We had spent so much time together, it felt like a Band-Aid was ripped off, leaving my feelings left red and raw. After many long talks with my Mom, the hurt started to fade. While I believe my friendship has helped her through a difficult time, she still has many emotions to explore. In addition, while I am hopeful we will reconnect someday, I am grateful for the friendship we had. It taught me the skills I needed to not only become a better friend but to also appreciate a good
Me and Christina were taking in the same nursing program. A month or so of knowing her I decided I'd find find out if she had known Mary. Maybe she was a relative, aunt, friend '' Mary was my mother" she said. I didn't know how to respond, I was so in shock. I needed to know everything about Mary that I never knew. " Your mother was a great woman " Christina looked confused to how I knew her mother. Me and Christina been spending a lot of time togehter, not only was she my friend but I was beginning to fall in love with her.
When that happens we slowly start to drift apart, a former friend is now nothing more than a memory. What is it that makes us stop communicating with each other? In my case it was a lifestyle change. My friend Kalicia and I were so close. We told each other everything. When I found out I was pregnant she was the first person I wanted to tell. At first she was beyond excited. I stayed with her and her family for the first half of my pregnancy. Then I moved to American Falls and everything stated to change. I was eight months pregnant when it all happened. Kalicia had invited me up to her house for my birthday celebration, but being that far along and having to work in the morning all I wanted to do was sleep. The next day, while I was at work she continued to call me multiple times, I knew something was wrong at that point. When I called her back she told me that her mom had passed out and stopped breathing. They had to do CPR on her until the ambulance arrived. I remember my heart dropping because she was like a second mom and I was so excited for her to meet my daughter. As I scrambled trying to get my shift covered so I could leave, I got the call that she had passed away. I remember that day like it was yesterday, the sky was dark, everything seemed grey, and heaven had gained another angel. I had never met such a vibrant and enthusiastic woman. She was understanding of every situation. Soon I felt
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
i didn 't feel like my myself as the weeks went by. i noticed a change, as in how they both acted whenever i was around. at anytime i would enter the classroom for music and one of them would be leaving i would put my head down. also, if i spotted them at lunch, they would roll their eyes and laugh. i noticed my attitude towards them changing because of it. i would wonder why things ended up so badly. it was as if this time i was a completely different person. the day came that my mom spoke to me and said, “dwelling on a situation won 't make anything better, what you have to do is move on” .ever since that day, it made me realize that my biggest mistake was letting friendship get to me. it impacted me so much, to the point where my attitude changed completely and the way i was acting towards others changed. i noticed that i wouldn’t smile as much as i used to, or even talk that much. in fact, i tried so hard to avoid several because i didn’t want to believe things had changed. nonetheless, the day came where something finally snapped and made me realize that i had to move on from the
My mother across from me and I couldn’t stop shaking. I was aflutter. I was supposed to be meeting someone my doctor said would make everything better. About thirty minutes in a lady with dark hair, Teddy gram skin and a rather big smile came out. Latisha Lewis. I was uneasy and hesitant at first. She didn’t appear like your typical life coach or what I perceived on to be. She just looks like a normal person to me. It was difficult for me to get comfortable with her at first and for the first few weeks of me knowing her I often spent most of our secession studying her appearance and trying to convince myself to actually say something. She was patient with me and I loved her for it. Around this time it was time to be applying to college and I without my mom at my aid I sought help and this was when I confided in Latisha and she assisted me. She pushed me and motivated me. She was everything I’ve ever wanted and
I had no idea that a simple trip to the local supermarket would result in a trip to the emergency room. This was definitely a tragic day that I will not soon forget. I have always been cautious about the safety of my children, taking every step to be sure I do what I can to keep them out of harm's way. Unfortunately, on this day, I did everything I could and it still did not make a difference.
We’ve been best friends since pre-k, we always had fun with each other, and we were both so innocent. She was a smart girl and I had always looked up to her since I didn’t have a big sister. She had a lot of friends and performed well in school. Unfortunately things drastically changed when we entered middle and high school. She wasn’t the same. While I was just worried if I had an A or a B in my class, she was worried about being popular and impressing boys. They were her biggest weakness. She gave in to their malicious behavior; and constantly made the wrong decision to stay with them. I would repeatedly advise her to be a little wiser when it came to...
I was so used to having girlfriends that I could call when I just wanted to have girl talk that I didn’t realize the effect it would have on me when it was gone. My summer was spent with my boyfriend and my boyfriend and my boyfriend alone. With the feeling of being lonely, I started trying to reestablish old friendships that I let fade into the grey as years passed by. Doing so, I started talking to my current best friend. We bonded over the same issue and from there we’ve been inseparable. As our friendship grew stronger the sad feeling I had from losing my former friend began to fade away faster and faster. It has gotten to a point where it’s all just a memory now.
We friends but not just your average friend you see here and there, we were best friends. There wasn’t a single thing we didn’t do together, whether it was playing soccer, walking on the street acting crazy, ditch school for what ever reason one was tired or something was going on in the Chicago that one or both didn’t want to miss. We had the best times together, but unfortunately life almost took all that from me. Sometimes I still catch myself asking why it had to happen, my best friend, a person who I trusted with everything, the one person who knew exactly how to make me happy even when I was mad at him, the one person who made everything seem so simple but would create some of the best moment in my life. He was the type of friend who would give everything in his power in order to strengthen our friendship, even though there was nothing that could weaken it.
Throughout most of my life I have gained friendships and relationships with others that have turned into long term, but others which only lasted a short while. The friendship that has greatly impacted my life significantly over the last eight years is someone who means so much to me. This meaningful friendship all started back when I was in middle school, which has grown stronger over the years. I met Brooke in middle school because we had some of the same classes and were in homeroom together. Our friendship developed quickly and lasted throughout our high school years. We became really close our Junior and Senior year of high school. But, maintaining our friendship hasn’t always been so easy. Today, we text and call each other on our free time, but I know I can count and rely on her when I need someone to talk too. I call her my second sister and vice versa. And when we go home on breaks we see one another as much as we can. The best part of our relationship is that if one is in need of advice or in need of a shoulder to cry on, we are always there for one another. Keeping in contact is very important in our relationship and communication has played a key role in our relationship.
I had a different best friend almost every year during my childhood. I met my best friend when I was 3. I moved into a new house and met Crista the first day that I moved in. When she was in fourth grade her family decided to move. During this time, she had been the main person that I hung out with, so this was a huge change fore me. So I spent basically a year and a half with very few friends. I moved to a new school half way through sixth grade. I didn’t ever find a real place there. I met my best friend Stacey when I first moved to my new middle school. We stayed friends throughout middle school, but she had a lot of family problems and she ended dup moving away and I didn’t even know she was leaving until after she was gone. In a time like middle school for something like that happen is awful. I got depressed after that happened and I ...
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. - Aristotle Even now as I write this paper my heart is full of sorrowed and pity. Due to the unpleasantness of this situation, I still have not recovered from the experience. I must start this story by first saying, I am not a, fan of making best friends. However, I have this friend who is like a sister to me, we do everything together. Our moms know one another, thus they make sure we attend the same school since we were kids until college. Something happened in our last year together at community college, which turned our friendship into enemies. As the first child of my parents I was brought up in a very strict environment. I was punished for all my mistakes, I never had the opportunity to party, go to the club just like the other kids. My parents are Christians and so they always stress on good discipline and the importance of education as the key to success. Because of all the values and morals implanted in me by my parents, I never got into problems with anyone including my friends and teachers.
Growing up in school you have your friends in 1st, then in Jr. High, and then when you get to high school you might not even know or see your friends from 1st grade anymore. For the few people who’s had a friend from 1st grade till college I think that someone they need to hold on to because if they stuck with you through all them year I know they’re there for the right reason and there not just there for a season. As Elizabeth Dunphy says, “It’s the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend.”
We all remember our childhood best friends right? I know I do. In elementary school my best friends were twin girls named Ashley and Allison if you saw one of us the other two weren 't far behind. In middle school my best friend was a girl named Mikala and we were basically inseparable, we would trade off spending weeks at each others houses, giving each other horrible makeovers, and mostly just laughing about everything.You see now that I’m 18 and with only 2 months left in my senior year I have come to realize that those girls were my friends but my best friend was right at home and I call her mom.
The other kids would pick on her and to this day I still don 't understand why. She thinks its because they thought she was a cry baby and a princess but I think it was because she was alone and new. I had my brother so no one dared picked on me when I first arrived but she had no one. Yet, because they picked on her we became even closer. As the days went by we would spend almost ever waking hour together. We would play house/school, take our stuffed dogs for a walk and play board games. She became one of the most important people in my life in a matter of weeks. Its scary how fast she took over my world and turned it around. Unfortunately our paradise did not last. About a little more then a year went by after we met that I had to move 200 miles away to LI. Some friendships would have weakened and disappeared but no ours, our friendship only became stronger. At first we would talk on the phone but then I got skype and we would talk every possible hour on it. We would talk about school, boys, friends, teachers, classes, you name it we did it. It was like I never left. The move didn 't break our friendship but it did have its weight on us. A couple of months after I moved we started to fight frequently. We would fight over the smallest things almost every single day. There would be days that we though our friendship was over but it always ended