Describe My Best Friend

I met my best friend when I was four. One fall morning I decided to follow my brother through a path behind our house over to the street next to ours. We ended up in the back yard of an enormous yellow house where we saw four children playing on a zip line. There was a short, yet pudgy, blonde girl who appeared to be my age. I stood there watching her glide through the air on her dad’s invention. When she hit the stopper at the end of the wire she hopped off and ran over to introduce herself to me, “Hi, my names Christine, wanna play?” After that, we became inseparable. As years went by we were still best friends, but mostly outside of elementary school. Christine was in the popular clique, as I was not. I longed to be in her circle of friends

We first had to check in with our parents and eat a snack. Once Christine finished eating, she biked to my house to pick me up. From my house Christine and I biked down the street and took a right at the sign that read “Seven Acre Stables”, also known as Lindsay’s house. We played on the farm for hours, running around chasing chickens and petting all the horses. After a measly two hours we decided to take a bike ride to Christine’s house, where we could play on her zip line. Christine and I got a head start because our bikes had already been set up from the ride there. By the time we reached the end of the long, dirt driveway; Lindsay was just clipping on her helmet. We got going on the main road, but I pulled over to wait for Lindsay. Christine gazed at me with her persuasive “what are you doing” eyes. I hopped back on my bike and started pedaling,

Lindsay drove past us once again, going the opposite way, towards home. It gave me deep sorrow as I noticed her sniffle and wipe her eyes. She was just a young, innocent girl trying to find her friends. Christine did not seem to care. Once Lindsay was gone and we were in the clear to come out of hiding, Christine gave me a high five. We continued our play date without Lindsay. I acted as though I was having fun but in reality it felt like a piano was launched onto my chest as I thought about what we did to my friend. It is often very common to do whatever it takes to gain acceptance from other individuals. George Orwell confesses that he shot the elephant “solely to avoid looking a fool” (92). Just like Orwell, I too had taken actions just to please Christine. Consequently, I lost a good friend. Afterwards, there were not many conversations between Lindsay and I. She avoided me until she found new friends and did not have to associate herself with me. I started hanging out with Christine during school, just like I wanted in the beginning. I was now in the popular clique, as if it truly mattered. I came to the realization that true friends adore you no matter what; you do not need to prove anything to them. I made the mistake of choosing popularity over a genuine friend. From then on I never felt the need to prove myself to another human being. I often pass Lindsay driving. I wonder if she still hates