My Best Friend Remembrance Essay

Best Friend Remembrance

Angi was my best friend. We were the type of friends that could communicate completely on inside jokes and eyebrow raises. I’d known her my whole life. I knew her, inside and out. We knew each other’s secrets. We could tell stories about each other for hours. She would come over every weekend, and we could just lie on the floor and talk about nothing for the entire day. Angi was my everything. I’d turn to her for boy advice, even though she’d never had a boyfriend. And I would help her with picking out makeup and clothes for school. We would do homework together, even though we didn’t have any of the same classes. And we would take each other on dates because no boy was worthy of our time. I can remember the day we

I’m Angi.” She said. She held her hand out for me to shake it. “I’m Jane.” I answered, clenching her hand. I gave it a small shake, and we were off! Angi helped me plan my birthday party, and write my Christmas list. I did the same for her. We were inseparable. By our first year of high school, in a school that was much larger than our middle school, we were separated. My schedule was the complete opposite of Angi’s! “Janey. What are we doing this weekend?” Angi asked me on a Friday afternoon while we were on the bus. “I might be going to the movies with Ben.” I offered, “But I can

Get out of my room.” She demanded. I opened the door and motioned for her mom. “Mrs. Johnson, Angi doesn’t remember me.” I explained. “Angi, baby. Who am I?” She asked. “I don’t know! Who are you? Who am I? Who is Angi?” Angi rambled. “Stay here. I’ll go get a nurse.” Mrs. Johnson told me. As I collapsed against the wall and slid down to the floor, I felt lost. I could see everything happening around me, but I couldn’t hear a thing. Tears fell from my eyes and slid down my face, and I couldn’t breathe. A nurse ran into the room and started talking to Angi while I broke down in the corner. They took Angi out of the room to run some tests on her and Mrs. Johnson came to find me. She grabbed my hand and tried talking to me. I could see her mouth moving, but I didn’t know what she was saying. After a few tries of getting my attention, she stood up and sat in the chair that was next to the door. I hid my face in my hands and cried. After about twenty minutes, I gained control over myself once again and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Are you alright?” Mrs. Johnson asked. “Not really, but I will be.” I panted. I was still trying to catch my breath while wrapping my head around our