friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
My First Taste of Culture Shock
Ever since I was young, people always told me that friendships are among the most important things in life. Whether they give you emotional support or simply a place to crash for the weekend, friends are one of the most vital part of anyone's psyche. They are the ones you make lifelong memories with, the ones you argue with, and the ones you trust with the things you wouldn't tell your parents about. In many ways, they're extensions of the person you seek to be.
By Ramiro A. Hernandez8 years ago in Humans
The Ignoring Game
David’s room is like a home to me. Every inch of the place has been marked with memories that he and I had together. The walls are covered with pictures he drew. I stare up at each one, smiling. I watched David draw them himself, and I critiqued each one as he taped them to the wall. Of course, I always told him that his works in crayon were the best I had ever seen. They splatter the room’s gray walls with color, lighting up the room with their joy. My favorite drawing of his was hanging above his bed. It’s a crayon sketch of both of us with our arms around each other and red, curled lines representing our smiles. In childish handwriting above David wrote Me and Buzz.
By Molly Wiseman8 years ago in Humans
The Very Best of Friends
We met on the bus the morning of my very first day of middle school. I was the first kid to get picked up, so the bus was silent. I was unbelievably nervous, and I can remember wondering if I would make any friends at my new school. A few more kids got on the bus, but none of them seemed promising. Then I saw her get on the bus. I knew immediately that I wanted to be her friend. Who knows why, but I just knew. As luck would have it, she decided to talk to me! We hit it off right away. She lived in the neighborhood right next to mine, and I didn’t have any friends that lived less than a 25-minute car ride away, so this was a big deal. We parted ways when we got to school since she was a year older than I was. I thought about our morning encounter for the rest of the day, hoping it wasn’t a one-time deal. That afternoon, I saved her a seat. She took it, and there was no going back.
By Megan Wells8 years ago in Humans
When You Left Me
That morning I was woken by the sun streaming in through my open blinds. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my eyes tracing the cracks and smudges. I followed the cracks down from the ceiling to my wall, which lead my eyes to my collection of pictures. My gaze fell upon a picture that held my happiest memory and I began to feel a fire in the pit of my stomach. I jumped out of my bed and began to rip the pictures off the wall. Defeated, I crumpled to my knees, surrounded by the remains of lost memories.
By Philomena Wolf8 years ago in Humans
What Happened to My Best Friend?
We met our sophomore year of high school. Ever since that day, we had been inseparable. We did everything together. You’d either be at my house or I’d be at yours. Anytime I needed you, you were there. I was always there for you too. A few years later, you met a guy. He seemed nice at first, and I even tried being friends with him just to make you happy. I really tried my best. The first indicator that something just wasn’t right with this guy is when you told me that he tells you what to do. I didn’t like that someone was trying to control my best friend. I also didn’t like that you were so willing to follow his demands. I thought maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. Then you told me you caught him flirting with other girls. When you confronted him about it, he just blamed you and said you weren’t good enough so he had to do it. You came to me sobbing because you didn’t know what you had done wrong. You didn’t do anything wrong...
By Natalia Crenshaw8 years ago in Humans
The Letters to My Friends I Will Never Send: Vol.1
I can’t tell whether or not I’ve been living in ignorance or if I'm actually just happy. We don't get happy, do we? We always lay in sadness, but I feel so strong and wide today. I’m talking to you and inviting you inside or inviting you to be vulnerable, but you’ve been slapped by pain and locked inside yourself by someone else. I don’t know how to communicate that to you.
By Emma Fonda8 years ago in Humans
Mean Girls Only Get Worse
When I was in middle school, there were these girls that constantly made fun of others. I didn’t want to be made fun of, so I became friends with them. Wasn’t long until they blamed all their behavior on me. Everyone started to hate me because they thought I was the mean girl. When in reality, I would sit by myself at my own sleepovers because these girls would sit in a circle and talk bad about people.
By Kaitlyn Vacco8 years ago in Humans
In Search of a Positive Life
I do not expect this to all of a sudden cure the world of negativity or to look at the bad in the world and ignore it but I do hope this helps people on the smaller scale of life and its effects. Being in high school comes with the all-too-familiar topics such as anxiety, stress, depression, loss of friends, breakups, and drama.
By Amanda Marks8 years ago in Humans
BFF
That person you tell everything to. That person who isn't included in the "I won't tell a soul" category. That person you spend countless hours talking with, laughing with, dreaming with, sharing future goals with, and who doesn't judge (not always or not verbally anyway, haha). That person you can count on or depend on for anything at anytime, no matter what the situation is. That's the person known as your BFF.
By Rebekah Lott8 years ago in Humans
