Growing up is tough. I mean, just look at the pressures a young girl has to endure as she becomes a teenager. You’d think that making good grades in school would be the most important thing in life, but I’m telling you that doesn’t even come close. Who am I, and am I happy with the person I see reflected in the mirror. Now that matters. Who will not only accept me the way I am, but also help me to become the kind of person I want to be. Yes, I’m going to tell you about my best friend and why she makes a difference in my life.

I plunged the knife into her stomach. The noise she made was not a scream. It was a noise like a wild animal disemboweled but still alive. It was a primal howl loud enough to hurt my ears and vile enough to send my stomach contents burning through my oesophagus and out of my mouth, my diaphram convulsing violently. What had I done? She had been the best friend I ever had and now, on a whim, a silly jealous outburst I had ended it.

I looked to her. She still moved but silently now. She was shaking. Brownish blood oozed thickly from her mouth. There was a smell, sickly and sweet. My own stomach was stabbed by my love for her, my friend, my soul mate. I knew death would soon come to her, and mine would soon follow. I couldn’t let myself live with what I had done to her.

Close, so close but unseen another presence stirred, awakened by the drama so violently playing out next to where it slept. It had been asleep for millennia but now a solitary thought moved through it’s great, alien brain. A dissonance had appeared in the perfect harmony of the multidimensional universe in which it dwelt, a dissonance which had to be removed, an error which had to be corrected.

…. over to you.

“She had flaming red hair and green eyes that seemed to look right into your soul”……

or……”A good friend is like an emerald colored summer day, but Jenny (or whoever) is like a chain of gems of every color of nature.”

Sentences like this make people want to read on to see what made your friend so special.

Good luck with your essay.

You will find out why I consider her my best friend

shes been beautified as a saint

she carries me to school

she does all my work

shes ugly and that make s me look better

Her family…..things she likes……

and she saved my life climbing the matterhorn

My family……they like her too

If you ever meet her you wil see what I mean. she likes everyone, especially the football team

shes on the football team

However, I would probably start with a very poignant anecdote about your friend.