Descriptive Essay About My Best Cousin

I had just exited the barber shop when my dad was waiting for me inside his van. I agreed to help my aunt move her household items into boxes in preparation for her new home. I agreed to help because not only was I close to my aunt; I also get to see my cousin, Joseph. I had kept my thoughts about him throughout the car ride until we finally arrived at my aunt’s house. As usual, she ran outside to welcome me and my dad warmly while Joseph stood on the doorway watching us from the shadows. When I walked up to him to say my greetings, he did the same but he wasn’t as enthusiastic as the three of us. With that, my Dad worked alongside our aunt while I was paired with my cousin who was in charge of carrying living room furniture out of the house.

The weekends seemed very long and boring because I missed talking and playing with her. She was my only friend with time we became best friends. I started to realize that I was wrong and had the wrong perspective about African Americans, Kyla wasn’t the person I thought she was. As time goes by little by little my trust started to build toward her. Knowing I had my best friend by my side I didn't look forward going home. As the school year was almost over I became closer and considered her my only best friend. Middle school year came we begged our parents to be in the same middle school and so we got what we wanted. Everytime our new classmates in middle school ask if we were friends we would say "no were sister's". I was very grateful that the next two year I would have her in my life. One day I went home very happy but that came to a short ending. We sat down for dinner and my mom told me that we were moving back to our home town Galt, CA I asked “Mom, what do you mean?”. “We are moving!” she replied. “Why are you doing this mom, can’t we just stay here until I graduate? I don’t want to make new friends, we have been living here in Sacramento, CA for four years now, I don’t want to leave mama”. “You will make new friends, don’t worry! “She said. I left too my room and started crying, thinking to myself “I don’t want to make new friends nor do I want to leave my best friend Kyla, all the memories we made

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

“I thought I told you to bring your speech so you can practice." She told me with a disapproving smirk that felt like she could see straight through

Alyssa was one of my really good friends . We live in the same neighborhood and our Parents are friends. We always do things together we hangout, we go shopping together, and many more things . It wasn’t my first time staying at her Grandma’s house in pentwater though Alyssaś grandma lived close to a beach so they usually come

All of this didn’t hit me until that very moment. The many things that were going to change so suddenly coursed through my mind. She wasn’t ever going to live at home anymore. I wasn’t going to be able to walk down the hallway to ask for advice on what to wear to school the next day, or ‘borrow’ her clothes for special occasions, and no more late night drives on school nights, blaring music. She opened her car door and gave me a big hug. I looked at her and in my mind I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry, seconds later it was like a broken dam, I burst into tears. That next few minutes was full of reassurance that the room down the hall would still belong to her, she would always be there to give me fashion advice no matter what, and there would still be many late night jam sessions to be held. “I need to get on the road so I can get settled into my dorm room and meet my roommate, but again, I’ll be one facetime, text, or call away,” she assured

“Don’t you see?!” She replied almost screaming. I could only manage to shake my head, and she did the same.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

This is my very last day at Lakefront high school before I move to Mountain View High and I could not be regretting it more. My dad got a new job in Missouri and we have to move there. The thought just rushed to my brain, I have to leave my very best friend behind that I’ve known since pre-school. Right as I walked into the school, I gave her the biggest hug I have ever given someone. It made mine and her face turn red as I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her to the point she couldn’t breath. I finally let go of her and we both sighed a sigh of relief. Then suddenly I started too burst out crying the ugliest cry I could. This was the last time I am going to see her in a long time and I don’t know what I would do without her. We talk

So why does she mean so much to me? How am I so close to her? Well, her and I always have made fun of each other. We call each other names, we threaten each other, and we even threaten to kill each other 's pets. Of course we did not truly mean any of these besides me calling her an old fart because she is. Most kids don’t have a good relationship with their great aunts or grandparents, however, I do. Bobbie has cared about me when it doesn’t feel like anyone else does. She has also always been interested in my grades. If I wasn’t doing to good in a class then she would find a way to get a resource to help me with that subject. She also has supported me in my mission fund as well as any extra curricular activities I do. Bobbie has taught me the ways of being happy even though things can be hard. She has taught me to love one another even though they may not like you or they 're not your type. Most importantly she has inspired me to work the hardest and go for the things that I believe in most.

My brother is still like a mountain, standing at six foot five and ripped; if you push he doesn't move. That’s OK though because I always visioned him being bigger than me anyway. He is indeed the biggest role model, literally and figuratively, in my life. It is through him that I have become who I am today: an adept game player, a skilled hunter, and a kind individual.

My brother is not just someone I share blood with but someone I can rely on and look up to. Patrick, my seventeen year old brother, has been by my side since I was a little baby. My youngest memories are of Patrick and I running around in our backyard laughing. As he grew older, I began to look up to him. He was everything I aspired to be: intelligent, passionate, and athletic. Patrick always seemed to know what he wanted in life, and I admired how he chased down his goals. There were points in my life when I was very unmotivated, especially when I was seven years old. Insecure and unsure, I did not believe in myself from a very young age, and Patrick was there for me when no one else was. He made me believe in myself and my own abilities above anything else. I have my big brother to thank for finding the strength to persevere through my struggles and overcoming my obstacles.

My cousin, Richard, was such an inspiration to my two brothers and me. I looked up to him for everything. He was an amazing athlete who would never give up on or off the baseball field. I never knew how fast something could be taken away until January 12. I thought the world was just simply punishing me, but then I realized that I couldn’t control what happened even if I wanted to.

My neighbor is one of those annoying wannabe YouTube personalities. Over the years, I’ve seen him cough out cinnamon, lay flat on the hood of his car as it slowly creeps down the driveway, and douse himself in lukewarm water, all the while screaming epic win, epic fail, or, fuck, epic maintenance of the status quo, for all I know. It can get tiring to watch him go about his shenanigans in the pursuit of viral fame. So, when he knocked on my door the other day, told me he was going away for a few weeks, and asked that I get his mail, honestly, it was a relief. I can’t explain the peace of mind I had knowing I didn’t have to brace myself for any of his stupidity for a while. I was always afraid his stunts would wind up bleeding over into my life.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.