Imaginary friend

To explain my reasoning behind lack of men volunteering “Best Friends” will be used as an example. “Best Friends” is a non-profit Catholic organization dealing with patients having varied ranges of dementia. Dementia is defined by the Alzheimer’s Association as “an overall term that describes a wide range of symptoms associated with a decline in memory or other thinking skills severe enough to reduce a person's ability to perform everyday activities” (Alzheimer’s Association [AA], 2011). The…

My definition of friend is someone who likes to see me struggle on things and like to laugh at my mistakes. My friends are Cole, Courtney, Alie, Rebekah, Carter, Riley, Jakie, Donnie, Kenny, Derek, Alex, Cassie, Benji, Kale, and Kevin. They are my friends because they will hangout with me and talk to me about personal stuff in there lives and in mine. I don’t really have friends that are older than me or younger they are all in my grade. None of my friends are relatives most of my relatives are…

Mr. Staple called Joey after his classmate's presentation in front of the classroom. Joey turned red and quickly looked at his partner. He then he remembered during lunch he had a bloody nose and had to go to the office. Joey was a shy boy who never really talked much he was tall and wore jeans like many other kids. He hated giving speeches and presentations. He always felt like he was going to break down because things might poorly, and he would end up getting a bad grade. He thought back to…

Many people have had an impact on my life, but none quite like my best friend, and partner in crime, Gabrielle. Sure, typical and cliché people such as my mom, dad and teachers have had an impact on my life in some shape or another, but not to the extent that Gabrielle has impacted my life. She has been with me and walked with me throughout my early childhood until the present, difficult time of becoming a young adult and learning lessons essential to my livelihood. She steadfastly joined me in…

going to new places, exploring and constantly hanging out. It couldn’t get any better than this right? That all lasted for a good while until she started changing and isolating herself, then I started to be known as “Hailey’s Best Friend” or “The Bitch’s Best Friend”, This isn 't what I wanted whatsoever. Everyone saw her as the tall, outgoing, gorgeous blonde with long perfect hair, that was also the cheer caption that everyone loved. People constantly told us that we were “bestfriend goals”,…

Bennet climbed onto the crowded concert bus and managed to find a seat next to his best friend and twin brother Trev. Having only briefly surveyed the bus from the outside, Bennet took the time to breathe it all in. The bright lights, the blaringly loud music, the 2 hippies sitting in the back seat smoking, and all the other Backroom Jackson fans who were waiting anxiously in their seats for the bus to start rolling its way to the concert. The atmosphere of the tour bus reminded Bennet faintly…

received a text from a family friend, telling me he was on his way to come pick me up. Earlier in the week, I had a falling out with a friend, and I really needed someone to talk to. I texted TJ, asking if we could do something, to get my mind off of everything. He happily obliged and offered to take me to ice cream on Wednesday. When he pulled into the driveway, my heart leaped to my throat. I was finally going to have to come to terms with the fact that my best friend and I were fighting, and…

rain had started after two boys got off the bus. These two boys were happily talking about Pokemon and giving tips on how to level them up faster. The clouds were ominously moving before letting a few tears fall before the downpour starts. The two friends run inside as fast as they can laughing at everyone running around like a chicken with its head cut off. The bond these two have built has been tested on numerous times. Today they face the biggest test yet, and they will learn how a bond that…

ever since I lost my best friend. I believed that there was something truly wrong with me. I never thought that perhaps I was the one who needed to change her personality and her mindset in order to keep a steady healthy relationship. I loathed any time I had to spend alone, so I would either spend time with the wrong people or I 'd waste my time alone. I typically spent time with the people who did not make an effort to benefit me as an individual, and honestly these friends could care less…

almost always an old family friend, priest, or father. They gain the trust of their prey, usually a young girl or boy, through gifts or saying they will babysit the kid. Then the adult starts to ask the kid to touch them in the special place, saying something along the lines of, “Don’t worry. This is a good touch.” The kid doesn’t realize it isn’t a good touch and continues. These are usually the face of a molester. But mine was the face of who I thought was my best friend. When I first met…