“You will always be my best friend,” words that seem so unbreakable at the time. Middle of my freshman year, and I sit 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 understand that friends fight, and we have 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 with …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 apart of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I had to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made would, I would experience with new people. I had opened myself up and made new connections with new people. I had a cleanse from them, and I didn’t let this one experience stop me from being happy and having
They were the sweetest people I could have had, and I wish they were still in my life now. After class I got out of the classroom with my friends and I had forgotten that my parents were waiting in front of the classroom
For two years not one person told me I had looked happy. It was simple, but it clicked and made me realize that I did not need the negativity that I had lived in the shadows of for so long. I was more important than the relationship and I wanted more out of life than the inconsiderate person I saw in the mirror behind the foggy glasses. I wanted to be free of the ridicule and negativity from my peers and family that surrounded my day-to-day life. I wanted to have friends again, and most of all I wanted to be successful.
Reflecting back I don’t think there’s a single thing I’d change, from the very few bad times, to all the great times of laughter and pure awesomeness. High school has been fun, and I am going to miss it, but although my time at Skyview is over, it is only up to me if the fun never ends. I’ll miss the sports, winning a state championship, going to class and all the inside jokes, playing sports that I’ve never played before and making new friends with all sorts of amazing people. But most of all I’ll probably miss my friends, and all the weird stuff they say and do and how awesome they make every moment that would otherwise be not nearly as cool. Yes, I will miss them.
Friendship can change a person, but it can also change in an instant. After my crucible with Alexa, I realized that it was the best thing that could have happened to me. Because of that incident, I became best friends with Nicole, and Nicole helped me redefine the meaning of a best friend. A best friend is someone that always has your back, supports you, and encourages you. Nicole helped me grow into someone that speaks her mind; she encouraged me not to be as shy as before. Because of the choice Alexa made, she realized that the friends she chose were not her real friends; she grew into a better, happier person. Alexa and I are friends again, but Nicole, and I are still best friends.
It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
Sophomore year was off to a rough start. To begin with, my old friend group split up leaving me in the dust. Their loss. I was alone most of the time depending on my team friends, the girls that do gymnastics with me, to hang out with. I have plenty of school friends, but outside of school, we don’t even talk.
Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.
I left friends that I’ve known since kindergarten. So when the fourth grade started, I was completely alone. I had to get to know my surroundings, try and meet new friends, and figure out how things worked around here. Then in the seventh grade, things really went downhill. That was when everything started to change.
All of us became closer and were lucky enough to have joined with another amazing family. I started a new school that changed me for the better. This move had a huge impact on my life and without it I
Later on that night I told my parents I had a great day, but I was holding back my fears of what dilemmas I would face. The next week went by and I found myself stuck with the same problems that I started off with, I had not yet made any friends and I just wanted to go back home. Another week had passed before I had someone that I would consider a friend. My new friend was tall and athletic compared to my short and chubby self, but he lived on my street so we became friends because of proximity.
Title: The Friendship 9: A Symbol of Courage and Unity in the Civil Rights Movement Introduction The Civil Rights Movement in the United States was a period of struggle for social justice and equal rights, particularly for African Americans who faced systematic discrimination and segregation. In the 1960s, a group of young black students in Rock Hill, South Carolina, stood up against the unjust Jim Crow laws by engaging in a peaceful sit-in protest at a whites-only lunch counter. Their actions, known as the Friendship 9, became a pivotal moment in the Civil Rights Movement and exemplified the courage, determination, and unity of those who fought for freedom and equality.
This created a great rift between me and the people that had been my friends. I began trying to hang out with friends but found they were always busy while I was home reading, waiting for an adventure. I had managed to keep a few of my friends and these people are still my friends today, but first I had to deal with being solitary for a while. After I accepted the way school, and friends were going to go I only faced one obstacle. Almost my entire life changed after my move, I had a new routine, some new friends, and a new way I had to learn.
I was expecting it would take them some more time but I was mistaken. When I heard that I was starting school the next day, the butterflies in my stomach returned and I was afraid. I felt as if running away would be the only option because making new friends was a task I was never good at. I was very uncomfortable by being surrounded by all these people I didn't know.
By this time, I had started to calm down. When it was time to say goodbye, I was hit with a boulder of realization. I wasn’t going to see them for an entire month. I cleared my head so I wouldn’t have unnecessary emotions.
Most people will come across a person that they will become very close with and call them their best friend. Zach Martin is my best friend and there are many reason for that. He is a very trust worthy person, he is fun to be around, and he is like a brother to me at this point. Also, if I ever need help with something he will come to help me if he can. Zachary Alan Martin is 5’8” and weighs approximately 170 pounds.