Essay About Best Friend And Good Friends

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Randy and I met in fifth grade; he was the new kid in town and I was in the “cool
group.” So naturally “the group” chose a person, me, to check out the new kids
credentials. We talked about his other school and his hobbies, a baseball fan: right here
he was a hit. One thing was different about him: he was African-American. I thought he
was cool and so did some of the other “cool” kids, but some thought that he was too
different. Right here, I knew that he was never going to make it in the popular crowd.
One day, my best friend and I decided to visit Randy; he lived right down the
street from me so it was no big deal. We rang the doorbell and Randy let us in; his father
worked at night, so he was there also. We were introduced to his dad, the coolest guy,
and decided to go to the park. Randy told us that he had really appreciated us coming by,
because he thought that no one liked him. I hate to say that it was true, but it was; of
course, we completely lied and told him that everyone thought he was cool. I knew we
couldnt tell him the truth, it would break the poor kid. As time passed we became very
good friends, and to my surprise he did become popular.
Randy was one of those kids who was good at everything, especially basketball;
I, on the other hand, was not. So one day, I went to his house and we played basketball.
Actually, we really didnt play basketball at all, he taught me the game.
He patiently taught me all the moves; the cool thing was I began to enjoy the game.
Randy would not move on to a new skill unless I had completely perfected the one
before. It was the first time someone actually forced me to learn a game, and because of
this I grew to love it. As a matter of fact, I would go to his house after school every day
and he would teach me a little more; I was anxious to learn what he would teach me next.
I was becoming a real pro.
There was just one problem, I couldnt really keep up with him, because I had
very bad Asthma. It affected me in every way, I couldnt run as quick and I would get
tired easily, but he would push me to my limits. I can remember it was near the end of
fifth grade, and in gym we had to run the mile. So as usual, I decided to walk behind
everyone else. Randy saw me doing this and stopped, so I could catch up with him. He
looked at me and said, “Come on, Locks well run this one together.” I just looked at
him and laughed. So he then went behind me, and started pushing me. I got the picture
and started to run.
While we were running, we talked. Randy told me about moving away soon,
because his mother was offered a new job for better money. I was furious at what I was
hearing. I told him he shouldnt move because he had just started to fit in, and its
horrible when kids start to fit in and then have to move. They have no real sense of
friends, and Randy had just started to make some of his closest. We kept on talking, but I
didnt realize what Randy was doing.
As soon as he started talking, he would pick up his pace; and me being such a
chatterbox, I would keep up with him just to talk. I didnt realize this until I looked
behind me to see that we were ahead of the rest of the class. I felt this burst of energy
come over me as I looked over at Randy, smiled and laughed, “Is that all youve got?”
He laughed and sprinted forward. There was no way that I was going to allow him to
beat me; I mean hey I made it this far why not finish first. So I ran my heart out using
every little bit of strength that I had.
Randy slowly got ahead of me and I fell behind. As he got closer to the finish
line, he looked back and saw me. So once again Randy slowed down and caught up with
me. He looked at me and said, “Is that all you got?” He knew how to pull my strings and
I hated that, so I had to run faster. To make