My Best Friend

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

The bell rang louder than ever and that meant we had to transition back to homeroom. All of the students huddled into the door frame and pushed and shoved out of the classroom. Me being the smart child just stepped aside and let the stampede pass. When I entered Ms.Erskine’s class, I saw an unfamiliar face sitting next to my other friend Fatim. Fatim and Nevaeh were sitting at the desk chatting away like they were previous best friends. I slowly walked into the classroom confused

I walk in with my heart rate skyrocketing, and stomach is churning. It’s a new start to my sophomore year. That is what I need, a place where no one knows me or what I have done. I walk into the office to get my locker number and schedule. “Hi, I, uh am here for my schedule.” The lady at the desk gave me a strange look “Oh you’re the new kid Philip right?”. I nodded, I hate when people call me Philip it makes me sound like an old guy, like old people are nice but I’m not old, now I feel bad for old people. “Alright deary here you go.” She smiles while handing me my combo and schedule. “Thank you.” I walk out and head to the my first class. I walked to my class, I was standing in front of the door to scared to open it, I’m just so nervous what if no one likes me. I decided to open it and within a second all eyes were on me, but only one stood out. They belonged to this boy who had a fringe like mine and eyes that can make anyone melt. “Class this is the new student Philip” the teacher said taking my attention off the boy, “Oh ya hi, but I go by phil not Philip, sorry it just sounds like a

But my mom and aunt assured me that everything will be fine and that kids here are very kind and friendly. Though I wanted to run back to my mom and go home with her, I decided against it and followed the counselor to Ms. Algers’ fourth grade classroom. As soon as I walked in, Ms. Algers’ introduced me to the whole class, and my soon-to-be classmates greeted me with a nod, smile, or “hello’s”. Though everyone was warm, there was this one girl who went above and beyond to make me feel welcomed, her name was Emma. She had blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, loved to play soccer, participated in student body activities, and wore abundant pastel colored shirts. She had prepared a welcome card and a pencil for me on my first day of school. She even introduced me to her friends, showed me around the classroom, sat with me during lunch, and played with me during recess. Her kindness made me feel like I belonged there and helped me get over my fears in a short amount of

The smell of wood from pencils ,unused books, girly perfume, are strong I smelt it as soon as I walked in. That nervous gaze on the students is relaxing knowing that I wasn’t the only person in the room that is nervous is relaxing.This is the first day of my seventh grade year. Not knowing what to expect is frightening. As I sit down I peek around and notice that there is no color in the room. The teacher looks aged and strict,I peek around and see posters of world war one and other historical events.I see a friend she immediately after walking in sat next to me. During class Bryanna and I had made a new friend she had black glasses,dark jeans, and a grey uniform shirt. She sat beside us and the three of us made conversation after she asked

I looked down at my schedule to see my locker was number 2903. I made my way over to my locker to see two very familiar figures “Andy, Katherine!” I beamed as I greeted my friends, “Ryan, it’s been way too long!” Andy exclaimed as she brought me into a hug, followed by Kath. “Guys…..can’t ...breathe….” I muttered “Oh, sorry” They both let go of me so I could breathe again. “So what classes do you have today?” Kath questioned “Looks like first block is History followed by PE then Art and finally English” as I finished reading my schedule Andy looked like she got hit by a bus, “Dang it we only have art together; but hey we could always meet up at lunch” she

My eyes scan the room around me, piercing, as it were, into the walls enclosed about me, searching the secrets that are hidden within the black corners. Kids are talking and laughing together, every so often gawking at these new people who would now be in their class. There is something about this school I do not like. Whether it is the buzzing hum of the lights, the clamor of people babbling, or the strange feeling of being at home away from home, I cannot figure it out. I am at an unfamiliar school with peculiar people who are constantly gawking at me. One pen clicks. I jump. I am incredibly tense in my new surroundings. All of a sudden, something touches my hand. I shake vigorously,

A shot of excitement washed over me like a wave washing onto sand, as I stepped into my fourth hour of the day for the first time. Stopping in the doorway, my eyes took in the small space that was in front of me; the long wooden desks with bright orange, metal chairs resting at their sides, to the small black bookshelf that was covering the back wall. In between was the long black table protruding from the left wall and dated couches with floral print in the back. As I finally stepped into the classroom, I saw the teacher. She was an older woman with short, boyish style gray hair, she had a plump frame and was a little bit taller than my 5’5 frame. On the bridge of her nose rested a small pair of circular glasses. “Hello class, I’m Ms. Naz,” her voice boomed. I scrambled to take my seat that was, thankfully, near the front. Scanning the classroom once more I hoped that I would find some of my friends. Seeing a girl who was in my second hour class, I made a mental note to try and talk to her later; beside her, I couldn’t find any of my newly made friends. I’m just going to love this class, a sarcastic voice in the back of my head exclaimed.

I retry my combination lock number so many times and the less students I see in the hallways, they are going into their class. Eventually, it open, I hurry to put my stuff away and went to my homeroom class. Turning red when I saw everyone already sitting down. Realizing there were assigned planners on tables, so I had to find my seat. There were a few empty seats, so I have to look and check which one is mine. When I was walking around I was so nervous, I could feel my face heating up and turning from my fair skin to a tomato. “Karina, your seat is right there.” Mr.Nelson, my teacher, said. I was relieve. Looking around to see who was in my class, some familiar faces and some not; but I did see this one girl who I use to talk to in 3rd grade, Sarahi, she also did not have anyone she knew of, so we became friends.

After this long day it’s still not over yet, I am just half way through the day going into 5th period. As I walked in I see a girl I already met and I wanted to run and give her a hug, I was so excited to see someone I already knew. I didn’t have to worry where I was going to sit that period, or who I was going to talk to. I probably looked like the happiest person in the world with a big smile on my face. As I am smiling as I say, “hello, Claire right?” She says, “Yes!” We sit together, exchange social media usernames, and numbers. Later, I go to 6th period, my science class. When we come in the teacher says to talk with people to sit in alphabetical order. I am placed next to a kid named Dominic Thomas, and his buddy is sitting on the other side of me. They were acting like I didn’t exist, and getting in my personal space. Later, the teacher says, “The person sitting at your table will be your lab partner.” That’s when I found out Dominic Thomas will be my lab partner for the quarter. I did not know what was coming for me. Finally, 7th period here I come. Now this class was one crazy class, with some crazy people, but it was all good because I get to leave after this period. The bell rings and I am out of there.

Having a best friend that is independent, respectful and hard-working is the type of person Chandler is. Finding that one person, someone can start to relay on them for countless and bountiful things. Having that one loving person can do many wild justices for you in your life time and having them stay in your life is the most overjoyed feeling. Being able to have them see you express the feelings that you are devotedly feeling; sad, cheerful, angry, and excited means that they won’t be making fun of you, when you are feeling these emotions. Having Chandler be a glowing best friend, is something that will never be a misconception. Chandler is a beautiful, tall human being with a skinny build; Chandler has dirty-dish water colored hair with a lush shine to it. He consistently has a magnificent smile on his face with his dazzling blue eyes. This kid is the most independent, respectful and hard-working person ever. Chandler is a special person that has entered a life that is crazy and loving; cherishing every moment with him is the way of growing and sticking together; the amazing way that someone can impact the way the wild lives today with just a touch of their precious heart.

“Goooooaaaaaallllllll!!!!!” Khayone screamed as I ran back screaming that we won. Khayone has been my best friend for the past 5 years. I met him on Saturday, October 14, 1995. I remember every moment of that day vividly. How could I ever forget the day I met my best friend?

I can remember the day that I lost my best friend like it was yesterday. I remember getting the phone call from joseph's mom, Ms. Bennett.Joseph was her baby. Joseph and I had been best buds throughout all of high school and into our college days, both being accepted to the same university and rooming together, we always spent time with each other.

October 10th, 2017 a windy day I lost my best friend, my lover and all, but not to death or anything, but to the change of heart. It was a long 4 months I was in love, something I never felt before toward anyone. I met Matarr in 6th grade, that’s when I was taller than him, now he’s huge like a tree, he’s still really dark, and still goofy like the first day we talked. We were best friends ever since we talked everyday day and night all the time we grew up together kind of at least. In 7th grade we just got closer and closer, then in 8th he decided to switch to Ucap I mean at first it was hurt, our friendship did change a little bit though. We still talked every now and then and in December of 2016, I started to catch a crush on him.

The school grows larger in my view, and eventually we reach the door. My friends follow me into the classroom, and we sit down in our second grade seats. It had always been like this, at most the only thing that changed was the classroom. The day passes by quickly, school always does. On my way back home I spot a distant face, no more than two metres away. I reach out and