My Best Friend

In the year 2008 our beloved Boston terrier, Duke had died of a stomach illness. He had been with my dad since he was in college and was eleven years old. He would go outside on his own and was rarely misbehaved. It was hard on me since I was only six years old at the time. I eventually was able to get over it,but having a house with no dog just wasn’t the same. We all missed having a dog around the house and we missed taking care of one.

In late September of 2012, I was shocked when my family got me what I had been begging for after my cat died. My mom, grandparents, and I were almost to the dog-breeding farm where I was possibly going to get my new puppy. When we got to the place with the puppies my grandma and I were arguing over which puppy we were going to choose.

I grew up in a household that sometimes had more animals than people. My mom is a firm believer in rescuing stray cats and senior dogs that people overlook. Through out my short 18 years I have had four dogs, seven cats, one hamster and multiple hermit crabs and fish, each teaching me a new lesson along the way. Although I have learned patience and responsibility from all of my pets, it was Edwin, our fourteen year old Bichon, who taught me something a bit deeper.

A best friend can mean different types of things to an individual. To me, they are your closest and most special friend you know. You do practically everything with them. Some think you can only have one best friend and some think you can have more than one like me; I have two, Anil and Rose. I’ve known Anil since the sixth grade, but he didn’t become my best friend until the ninth grade. We ironically disliked each other in middle school because his group thought I was annoying vice versa, so we never got to talk much then. In highschool, I didn’t know that many people, but Anil and I had art together and so we bonded there. After that, we became best friends. I’ve known Rose since the ninth grade. We met through Anil's friend Jordan and we all sat in a group together. We talked a little bit in the ninth grade, but didn’t know much about each other. A couple of months in we started to bond over the fact we were both in the same school band. Our friendship really started to grow after some of her closest friends betrayed her and left. We were in the same band for all four years of high school and all the trips we did brought us closer and closer eventually becoming best friends. Being best friends with the opposite sex is different from being friends with the same sex like doing activities, having an emotional connection, and even their personality.

It was a Pitbull, we had assumed he came from a fighting ring because there were huge gashes and several bite marks. The dog looked like he hadn't eaten in days, everyone was surprised that he was alive. The dog was rushed into surgery, I wasn't allowed to watch because the dog was in such bad condition and my mom didn't want me to watch if they lost the dog on the table. However, I did see the dog as they carried him back and the look in the dog’s eyes, the pain and sadness, you could see how he knew that he probably wasn't going to make it. The surgery took a long time and was touch and go for a while but the dog made it through. I saw him months after he was adopted by the lady that found him and the look in his eyes was completely different, he was happy. That was when I knew every animal should have that look none should look like he did the first time I saw him.

When I was six I really, really wanted a dog. I dreamt of adorable, white, fluffy, female dog that would follow me to school and let me dress her up. So every waking moment I would say to my parents things like, “We need something to protect the house when we are gone, we should get a dog,” or, “We need something that will play outside with us, let’s get a dog,” or, “My friend has a dog so we should get a dog.” Soon enough my parents went to the pet store and bought a dog for our family of five, soon to be six. At the time, my older sister, younger brother and I were at my grandma’s home so we were unaware of the surprise we would receive when we got home.

I hear footsteps coming closer from the white newly polished hall across the room. My hands are shaking, I’m sweating from my forehead down. I’m as nervous as I could and will ever be. Is school finally over, or is it a teacher coming to give us more work? Even worse is the principal coming? Hopefully, if I’m lucky it’s just a student coming back from the filthy, smelly, gross bathroom.

My best friend and I have been friends for a long time. With this long relationship an enormous amount of trust has been built and I feel I am able to tell her anything. Abi has been there through everything both thick and thin, and I can definitely say she knows me better than anyone. In many cases Abi knows things about me that I do not even know but end up figuring out. Having a best friend that I can always count on to be there for me, has been a huge blessing in my life.

As growing up as a child, we have seen friends come and go. According to “Can Music Be a Bad Influence to Kids & Teens” by Amy Morin society for kids has been changing dramatically generation after generation Due to normal everyday activities. As a close friend of mine we used to go over to each other's house and hang out together. Now he has changed drastically from being an innocent child to being a huge rebel, and dropping out of school. Society has a huge part to blame for children growing up doing activity they are not supposed to, because there is so many television programs and music records that give a bad impact toward children and young teens.

Once upon a time, there were two best friends named Rachel Brooks and Brianna Sadie. They both lived in Los Angeles and met at school. Since then, they had become best friends. Rachel likes to go outside, draw, and have fun. Brianna likes to sing, dance, and go to parties. They both love to go to the mall, and they both like the color sky blue. The thing they both want the most is a puppy. The situation is that Today is May 6, 2017, and the bell just rang which shows that school is over.

On a hot summer day I with my mom in her tan Buick Lucerne outside of Wendy’s watching hundreds of cars pass by on the road waiting for my best friend and her mom to arrive and retrieve me. I would step outside at times, smell the fresh air mixed with a mouthwatering scent of fast food, then beg for the next grey car I see to be them. The moment they had arrived, I was too lost in my own thoughts to notice. I had gotten sidetracked thinking that I looked horrible because I curled my hair to a type of wavy that I did not truly like, but the moment my mom said that they were here those thoughts stayed in the car while I ripped open the door and ran to my lifelong friend. I ran as fast as my legs could carry and tacked her in a bone crushing hug that landed us on the soft light green grass. I noticed her hair had grown to a length that reached just below her shoulders, her skin had gone from a light skin to a glowing tan, and her body looks overall toned from the hours of track she has been accomplishing. After the hour of everyone catching up, it was time to take our leave. I couldn’t wait to arrive and officially be treated as family. It is easy to experience being a part of a friend’s family when you are so close that you are treated as if you are blood.

The world has your life as a mystery and a game. The wind blows by, and the winter air flushes against my face. At first, my heart was beating fast, thinking of unpredictable situations, looking for the way out of the forest. But, what have I done? I only remember when I was little, pretending to be a spy, capturing the unwelcome gentlemen, adventurous, curious, and peculiar. But, there was also my best friend Chris with me. Although, what could I have ever done to him? There were times that Chris and I would go on these adventures, where we would try to capture all of the money from these top spy ninjas. Chris and I used to be best friends and somehow driven into this extended argument that I wasn't even part of.

I have this friend of mine that has turned into my sister and she is amazing. So this friend, her name is Hannah Byce and we met in seventh grade and I know it's cliche, but we just clicked we got along and had so much in common. Here we are in tenth grade and still going strong, but we've definitely had some bumps along the way but they've only made us stronger. When we started getting closer we began doing everything together and we still do. We both moved each other into our new houses. We have been on nine trips together, experienced about two big fights and got through them. Through the years we've changed friend groups three times, but we two have stuck together through transitions to each group. We had a bad few months last year, so we took a break for a month, but it was for the better and looking back on it we were both just being dumb and childish about the situation.

To speak two different languages is such a impressive trait to have. One of my best friends is bilingual and she amazes me. Her name is Evelyn and I met her four years ago. I was eleven when we first met and she was ten. She lives in Montevideo, Uruguay. I made the long and dreadful trip back there when I was thirteen. It was like a gigantic family reunion. I went back again just a month ago, this time being fifteen years old. In an peculiar way, it feels like we have grown up together. Getting to visit her, her inspiring family, and prodigious church has been one of the most encouraging things in my life.

I have always seen myself as a well-rounded person, but all that changed when I met one of my best friends in 11th grade. When I was growing up I grew up in up mostly in the city but lived in the suburbs. So I got the best of knowing how to fit in with the city kids and the suburban kids. In 11th grade one of my best friends moved away. We had one class together, but since he moved we had to change seats. I had to sit next to someone that came from a different “world” than I did. He grew up in the mountains while I was from the city. We had a Completely different style of dressing. Even our disposition and slang was different. When I first sat down I told him my name and stuck my hand out and he did the same. What I was used to was not a handshake, but to “dap” someone up while he went for a handshake gesture. In my head, I said “ me and him could not be more distant from each other ” and now that we are really amazing friends he told me he thought the same about me.