My Best Friend Anne Frank Novels & Stories

“Do you know me?” I laughed once, but there was absolutely no humor in it. “Yeah.” She waited. “I’m Anna.” “I know.” “I’m your best friend.” Lydia blinked. “My… what?” “Your best friend.” She stared at me like I had just told her I was the president. “You’re very confident about that.” I folded my arms. “I am.” “Because I’ve never had a best friend.” I stopped. “What?” “I’ve never had one.” She looked genuinely surprised by her own statement.

My pockets were empty, and my hands were trembling from the cold and pain. I looked across the driveway toward the house next door. Anita’s house. Anita Kendrick had been my best friend since we were kids wearing diapers. Our parents lived right beside each other, and we’d grown up doing everything together, attending the same schools, sharing secrets, and knowing each other inside out. She was the one person who actually listened to me. I pulled out my phone with my uninjured hand, typing out a quick text to her: Hey, are you home? I need help.

"Nice to meet you," Collen quickly took my hands and shook them. My hands fell limp to my side. "Is everything okay?" Hannah asked, her green eyes searching mine. "Yeah, just that um, I was about to go to bed when you came," I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating not just within my chest but I could hear it in head. This was the first time I had lied to my best friend in all our twelve years of being friends. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay up with us to watch a movie."

Who in their right senses abandons a pregnant woman? The joy of finally finding her warred the guilt. This was Mirabel’s best friend. The girl she called her sister. The one who’d helped her through exams, late nights, everything. If Mirabel found out… if she knew we’d ever met and had that kind of an encounter, she’d be disappointed in me.

Although I got over it, I still couldn't get involved with anyone again. My best friend Anne asked me to go out and get ready for a club, but I wasn't too excited. Ana insisted and convinced me to accompany her. I wore a black dress with a plunging back, gold heels and striking makeup, leaving my hair loose. I looked in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw.

Author's pov The day became much brighter when Brenda left her parents' house to meet Danielle, her childhood friend whom she had always been close to. They had a great bond, which is why Brenda didn't hesitate to call her and knew that her spontaneous visit wouldn't upset Danielle. Brenda had one thing on her mind: being with Danielle would help ease her anxiety, and their conversations and laughter would provide comfort as it has always done.

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

he replied, smiling at me. "Oh, Patrick. That's fine for me. It's like I've met two Patricia's in my life," I said, and he chuckled, "but I can still see the goodness in your heart, even though you're so strange and mischievous. It's the same as Patty's." "Anyway, are you certain Shan is really just your best friend?" he asked. I sneered, "Yeah, of course. He's been my best friend ever since. He's always there for me when I'm sad and lonely, and you know how sad my life is."

She wouldn't be so supportive and supportive of her. But well, As they say, ignorance leads to destruction. **** “ A best friend is someone who's always there. ” … — Miranda — “ Bae. ” I heard Evelyn's voice calling out to me from a distance. “ Evie… ” My throat was hoarse from crying as I remained on my knees in the middle of the ground as the rain kept drizzling. “ Bess… ” I didn't know she'd gotten close until I felt her hugging me from behind. Her arms were so comforting and warm that I found myself breaking down once again.

"Neal, I don't have any real friends. I was part of Tally's group, so I always hung out with her. I never had the chance to make proper friends myself while being at school. It was always school work and hanging out with Tally." "Jesus. Well, that does explain a lot, actually,'' he replied, causing a gasp to leave my lips as I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm not that terrible, but I mean, I'm not like other people here. I don't really care to party. I may look like a party girl, but I'm actually a bookworm. That is my deep, dark secret. I am a bookworm who loves to wear fuzzy socks and curl up in bed and read a book or watch a movie and drink coffee or hot tea."