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I choose this topic because its something that I hold something close to my heart. I wish that I could say that none of the stuff in the essay were true. Something I wish would have never happened. It was hell for a while watching my best friend ruin her life. Waking up every day wondering if I was going to get the phone call that she was no longer with us. I was the scared one while she was out feeling good. I don't miss these times and I never will. I wouldn't go back for anything. I'm distracted while I'm writing this essay. Liza keeps texting me. She wants me to come visit with her for the day. This actually makes me smile. Here I am writing all this bad crap and I realized how much we have overcome. We're back to normal, and the only good thing that came out of this whole mess was an essay topic!

Cause ESSAY!

     Liza and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We have experienced most of our firsts together. She's always been the one I can run to. I can cry on her shoulder about all my problems. She's the first person I call with exciting news. She keeps all my secrets under lock and key. Under no circumstances would we disrespect one another. In high school we had just about everything in common. We managed the football team together. We had all the same classes, and all the same friends. We were interested in the same type of boys. She also lived at my house off and on throughout the years when things weren't going well in her own. Liza became more of a sister then just a friend. It was the kind of friendship that seems to happen only once in a lifetime. It seemed that nothing could break us apart. That is until things started to change the summer after our senior year. Drugs, her running with the wrong crowd, and her disagreeing with choices I made was the reason that we eventually lost the closeness that we once shared.
    The first reason that caused Liza and I to lose our closeness was when she got hooked up with some new friends. These were the kind of people that I did not want in my life. These "friends" of hers were already out of high school yet still had nothing going for them. No jobs, no schooling, babies that they weren't raising. When I tried talking to Liza about how she was falling into their trap she just said "Ashley it's senior year and I want to have some fun." Liza was still in all my classes, but was showing up less and less. The days that she did come she looked like she just crawled out of bed. Hair all messed up, clothes that were obviously not hers, to big or too small, and big dark circles that seemed to almost cover her face. She would complain about how bad her hangover sucked. Like that was my problem I wasn't the one drinking on a Tuesday night. She would often ask me to come hang out with her new friends but I wasn't interested. I wanted different things in life, and she would have to choose what she wanted. Sadly enough those are the people that she chose over me which was the beginning of the end of our closeness.
     Another cause the brought us to the end of our closeness was drugs. This is the big one for me. She used to be the prettiest girl I knew. Gorgeous long brown hair that reached half way down her body, never a single hair out of place. Piercing blue eyes that would instantly invite you into her warm and caring heart. She was all around a good person. She could make friends with anyone. She was full of life and loved to make people laugh. When she started using drugs though she became someone that I didn't know anymore. She looked like walking death. Her hair was often unwashed thrown into a bundled mess. Her eyes were no longer warm and inviting. They were bloodshot and red, with dark circles that made her looked old and warn out. I would still make and effort to hang out with her, because she was still the girl who held all my precious memories. Every time we did get together she would end up being "sick" because she didn't think that I knew what was going on. She wouldn't do pills in front of me, she knew I wouldn't tolerate it. It soon became more of a chore to spend time with me. She would leave from my house at all hours of the night to go get high with the loser friends. Her mom would call me and beg me to get her away from these people, and try to make her see what she was doing to herself. I tried my hardest but there was no talking to her. She was going to make her own choices and she made that clear to me. I was tiered of playing the game and fighting for her friendship. I excepted the fact that we might be two different people and tried to move on the best I could. The situation was bringing me down, and started effecting the other important people in my life, my family and boyfriend and that wasn't fair.
     Lastly, Liza disagreed with choices that I made with my life. She didn't like my boyfriend. She told me that I could do better and he wasn't right for me. For a while she would hang out with us but was nasty to my boyfriend. Always shooting dirty looks and rolling her yes at him. She would constantly pick fights with him when he did nothing to bring it on. Eventually though she would make me chose either her of him. If I wanted to spend time with her under no circumstances could he be around. She also became angry with me when I picked up extra shifts at work instead of spending time with her. The new attitude she had came from her new lifestyle. It was something that I could no longer handle. I finally came to realize that things werent going to get better. I slowly let liza slip out of my life. All we had left was the occasional phone call to make sure one another was still alive.
     It's very unlikely that a friendship will last forever. People change and go there separate ways, and I was convinced that I just had to accept that fact and move on. I never gave up hope on liza though, and eventually things started to come around. Liza called me one day after not talking for months and begged me to come get her. She needed to leave town to escape the friends that were holding her down. She needed my help! I instantly dropped everything I was doing and got in my car. I cried all the way there, and continued to cry once she got in the car. We had a lot to work on, and a lot to talk about. There she was in my life again. Considering the circumstances it felt so good. She sobered up, ditched the old so called friends and accepted the choices I had made for my life. Through all the bumps in the road we made it. It took some time to regain the closeness but eventually we did, and it's a great feeling!

Outro

It's very unlikely that a friendship will last forever. People change and go there serperate ways, and I was convinced that I just had to accept that fact and move on. I never gave up hope on liza though, and eventually things started to come around. Liza called me oneday after not talking for months and begged me to come get her. She needed to leave town to escape the friends that were holding her down. She needed my help! I instantly dropped everything I was doing and got in my car. I cried all the way there, and continued to cry once she got in the car. We had a lot to work on, and a lot to talk about. There she was in my life again. Considering the circumstances it felt so good. She sobered up, ditched the old so called friends and accepted the choices I had made for my life. Through all the bumps in the road we made it. It took some time to regain the closeness but eventually we did, and it's a great feeling!

Intro 2

Liza and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We have experienced most of our firsts together. She's always been the one I can run to. I can cry on her shoulder about all my problems. She's the first person I call with exciting news. She keeps all my secrets under lock and key. Under no circumstances would we disrespect one another. In high school we had just about everything in common. We managed the football team together. We had all the same classes, and all the same friends. We were interested in the same type of boys. She also lived at my house off and on throughout the years when things weren't going well in her own. Liza became more of a sister then just a friend. It was the kind of friendship that seems to happen only once in a lifetime. It seemed that nothing could break us apart. That is until things started to change the summer after our senior year. Drugs, her running with the wrong crowd, and her disagreeing with choices I made would put an end to the closeness that we once shared.

Graf 8

I really like the essay by Elijah Giguere about his marching partner, Molly. What really stood out to me is that it made me smile. It's always nice when you can read a piece of writing and it brings a smile to your face! It brings me back to my high school graduation, and all the emotions I experienced that day, and how I also really enjoyed my marching partner. I also really liked the essay by Angele Ecks about falling in love. The essay made me think about my past relationships. When they went wrong it was never my fault. There was always something/someone else to blame. As I kept reading I realized that I do similar things, and maybe some relationships gone wrong could have actually been my fault!

Intro

Liza was best  friend from the time we started high school. We had everything in common and enjoyed doing all of the same things. Everyday after school was a new adventure for us. We managed the football team together. We had all the same classes, all the same friends. We we interested in the same type of boys. We even shared a wardrobe. Off and on liza lived at my house when things weren't going good in her own. She became more of a sister then just a friend. Nothing could separate us until things started to change our Senior year. Drugs became part of her life, but not mine. She was struggling with her home life, trying to avoid her past, and hanging out with the "wrong crowd".

Things*

The second drawer down in my dresser underneath all the clothes there is a box full of things. These are things that all meant something to me at one point in my life. The things all mean something to me, because they bring back the memories of those days every time I go though the box. The letters from people that I haven't talked to for years make me wonder how I could let such good friends just slip out of my life. My half of the best friend charm bracelet from 6th grade amazes me that our friendship survived through all of the high school drama while the other friendships didn't. There's that diamond necklace that my high school boyfriend saved up for months for. I've thought about pawning it, but I just cant make myself do it. Even though there are no feelings there anymore it meant so much to me at one point so still I keep it. The photographs are what make me smile the most. Every single one of them takes me back to that exact moment. Crushes crushes and more crushes, my first day of high school, my first prom, my first drunken night, followed by first hangover, old pets, family get togethers,etc. If I'm feeling down in the dumps, I know I can always go to this box to make me smile. This box is something that I could never throw away all its content will always be valuable to me.

Graf #4

I'm usually quiet until you get to know me. I didn't get my drivers licence until I was 20. I was nervous about driver's ed, and thought that it was completely acceptable to depend on others. I don't cook. Its the worst chore you could ask of me. I do not eat eggs and haven't since I was little. I will eat ranch on just about anything and everything. I hate being alone. I love being around other people all the time. I will not under any circumstances sleep in a house alone, the emptiness scares me. I love my job,and never dread going. I cannot wink my left eye which I discovered playing around with my grandfather when I was younger, and reminded of last fall when I was learning to shoot a gun.

My living room-

• two paintings
• fishing traps
• tackle box
• pack basket
• fishing line
• Yankee candle
• school books
• notebooks
• two dogs
• two dog bones
• toy rope
• toy ball
• 2 squeaky toys
• dog bed
• box of treats
• socks
• laundry basket
• duct tape
• laptop case
• vacuum
• wireless router
• 2 magazines
• chair
• couch
• t.v.
• picture frame( no pictures)
• picture frame (dog pictures)
• mounted fish
• 2 mountain dew bottles (empty)

         Shes disorganized and scatterbrained. She never puts anything in its place. There's a vacuum right there, she must not use it. She couldn't even make it across the room if she wanted too. Why are there fishing traps and a tackle box in the living room? She must be a pushover for letting her boyfriend use this space as his personal ice shack. She either really loves the pictures that came with the frame or has no life. She must be trying to cover up some smells with the candles, probably the dirty socks. Shes a student, but a disorderly one. Shes a dog lover and dog spoiler. She a laid-back clutter bug procrastinator