Essay about Being My Best Friend - Original Writing

1183 Words May 4th, 2016 null Page
Since kindergarden, I have always struggled. Behind in most classes, the only friend I still had was Brandon, the boy who once saved me. Acting as a parental figure, I looked up to him for everything, depending on him for any problems I had. In fact, he was the one who taught me to listen to everyone 's problems. However, on March 3rd, 1995, an event occurred that scarred me for life.

As school finished, I got ready to go to the park like I always did. I was already in 2nd grade, and was trusted to walk by myself to the park. Because my parents were working so late, I often went there, preferring to do my homework under the shade of the humongous trees. Brandon, being my best friend, would often accompany me. Today, he brought his own remote-control racecar that we could use in the park. As we were waiting to cross the street, Brandon suddenly got impatient, grabbed my arm, and ran across to the other side. Trying to do too many things at once, he dropped his car on the middle of the street. Looking back on it, I probably could have stopped him, but I was too scared to say anything. As I looked at him running to get his car, I could see a huge truck moving at the speed of light, heading straight towards him. A scream was lodged in my throat as I witnessed something so horrible, it couldn’t be described in words. I ... I witnessed the death... of my only friend.

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As soon as school started, I knew something was wrong. Call it a 6th sense, but years…

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