Best Friend Story 703 Words | An Innocent Love Story

I want to share my best friend's story. The story of how Rima had to break up with her long term boyfriend Rohan. This story happened a few months ago. Rima has tried to reach me repeatedly. She still wants to talk to me and I do not know why.

How much Rima Loved Rohan:

She was mad about Rohan. They met at the college and within a short time were inseparable. She thought they were meant to be. Rima always thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She started to feel differently about him after a few months.

Her Painful Break-up:

One night she told me about it. Rima felt guilty. She knew it was wrong. She told me about it knowing full well it was going to break my heart. At first I was upset, but I managed to hold it together and stay strong. I had a very hard day tomorrow and Rima had just broken up with him. I promised her I would get through it. It was a hard day tomorrow and she was my best friend. She needed me.

But I could not. She needed me too. So I did what I had to do. I told her I would get through it and I would. We had actually been best friends for years and years. She knew me well and knew what I was capable of. She was very confident in herself and knew I would be able to do the same. I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her to be strong. I did not cry. I was stronger than Rima was. I did my best to help her along.

But my heart was not with her. Rima had been my best friend and she was my best friend's best friend. She did not have a best friend. She was not even dating. I knew I would have to support her. That was my job. But I could not and would not. I do not know why.Rima has always meant the most to me. She made me a better person. She did all she could and she tried to. She cared for me more than anyone. I wanted Rima to be happy. I did not know how.

My observation :

I thought she would be happy. She was the best friend a man could ask for. She had held my hand when I had cried my first tears. She had always listened to me and never judged. She had loved me for who I was and she did all she could. But now she hurt me. She hurt me worse than anyone could ever hurt me. She had actually been through worse than I could ever imagine. I knew she would be okay. It injured me to see her in discomfort. I had to help her. She is my friend. I love her and I wanted to protect her.

I told her I loved her and told her I would help her. I enquired her how much she meant to me and how much she had meant to me and how much I cared for her. I asked her to tell me what Rima felt. She looked at me as though I had asked her something stupid. I told her how much she meant to me and how much I loved her and how much I was going to love her. She sighed and pulled her knees in to her chest.

How much she mean to me:

I told her how much she meant to me and how much she had meant to me. I told her I would do my finest to assist her. She looked at me as though I had asked her a question. I said that I would do my best to love her for the rest of my life. She smiled and hugged me for good Luck.

Then she told me she had gone and that she did not know when she would be back. I hugged her and thanked her for the hug and told her to stay strong. I told her that she was my friend and I would love her forever.

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A very Interesting Animation Story for Class 10

This Animation story is about very popular character Doraemon of the Japanese Animation series. The children love this character. I therefore decided to write a beautiful animation story as per my imagination.

A sudden knock on the door woke up Doraemon from his deep sleep. He checked the time to discover that it was still midnight, while the knocking started again. He opened the door only to see a black hooded figure daunting Nobita as he timidly knocked on the door.

On seeing Doraemon this mysterious hood figure disappeared into the darkness. Nobita looked at Doraemon pretty much the same way as an anxious patient looks at the doctor and asked “what was this black thing? What does it want from me?” His emotions got the better of him when he saw that even Doraemon had no reply. Doraemon ordered Nobita to get back to sleep as he promised to watch over Nobita. Now he thought about Nobita’s questions deeply. He now began to talk to himself “Could this have been another one of Jian and Sunio’s pranks?-no they couldn’t have possibly pulled out something this elaborate. Suddenly it clicked to him that Moremon, Doraemon’s brother from the future could have been behind this.Afterall Moremon was designed to be notorious. But before accusing anyone of a crime, it’s better to be sure.”

Having thought that Doraemon pulled out his time machine and set the timer to back to the time when Nobita went to sleep. But as he was being teleported, an error occurred and he arrived in a different and more chaotic dimension. He could see a world run by insanity and he knew Moremon was at the heart of this. As he roamed around he saw a huge palace with Moremon’s statue on it . This had to be his palace. Doraemon decided to confront him but then hesitated as he didn’t know what all could be in there. So he took out his anywhere door and mustered enough courage to gain entry to the top most room of the palace. No sooner had he popped out than he wore his invisibility cloak .he could hear Moremon taking about himself and about Doraemon.Moremon was planning to enter the 21st century to ruin his goody brother’s perfect existence by troubling his friends. Moremon had planned to visit Nobita at Night. Doraemon hurriedly got back to his time machine and arrived just in time. He could see Nobita sleeping soundly .He knew that Moremon’s invasion was imminent .What could he do? He was looking was gadgets to fight Moremon but he stumbled across a really old never used gadget. There were neither weapons nor anything useful in his pouch. This old gadget was all. He hit a random button on it and he could feel himself turn into something he wasn’t quite sure of. With a huge bang Moremon entered the room and saw a black hooded figure hovering over Nobita. Moremon took to his toes and never looked back. However the huge bang with which Moremon had entered woke Nobita from his sleep. On seeing the black figure, Nobita Knocked on Doraemon’s door. The black figure disappeared and the time travelling Doraemon regained his original from. He then hurried to his time machine to get back to the present world to tell Nobita about his little adventure.

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The Most Embarrassing School Story

200 words By: Kareem Ghawi Abbas

One day when I was in about 5th grade I wasn't feeling very well, but my mom told me I'd be fine so she sent me to school anyway. A few hours into the classroom, I started to have a stomach ache, but I figured that it would pass after a while, so I didn't tell my teacher. Well, the stomach ache never went away, so I got up to tell my teacher, but as soon as I started talking I threw up all over my teacher's shoes, and the entire class saw. I didn't go back to school for about a week after that.

The situation has been repeated about a year ago with my young son, when he was in the second grade, where he vomited in the classroom. But this time, he was sent to the hospital by a close teacher. At the hospital he was given some treatment to stop vomiting. After a whole check –up , I was called by a doctor to attend the hospital .There, he asked me to make my son to have a good diet and do some exercise every day.

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Bicycle Learning Story of My Papa (Father)

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My papa (father) was poor at his childhood time. Being poor he was very happy and he was passing a healthy village life. As my family was big therefore financial crisis was always there in the family. Therefore he had no financial capacity to buy a bicycle.

One of my papa's friends named Satyanarayan, had a bicycle, but he never used to hand over the bicycle to my papa for riding. Satyanarayan used to say his problem of balancing a bicycle. He also used to share his pain and gain of riding, paddling , falling and entertainment of riding with my papa. My papa got an idea to get his bicycle for learning.  Satyanaragan used to defecate at farm or in big tree garden of our village. This is very funny tale you will laugh at this idea. But the overwhelming eagerness of our childhood time is so high that we can compare it with Everest. I think we all experienced this even if we have grown up at this time. This is very funny for anybody to take this type of advantage, but my had had no any other option. At childhood time small short cut ideas often comes in our mind. When Satyanarayan was about to sit for defecation then and there my father utilised this opportunity. My papa used to be ready when he usually stand his bicycle. Within that period of time my papa used to ride on his bicycle besides his screaming. In one month he repeated this trick to learn the bicycle riding. Satyanarayan used to abuse my father. This process lasted for about one month. He also used to comment as a bad friendship model about this type of exploitation. My father used to laugh and ultimately both were starts laughing. The matter used to become cool down as both were very fast friend. This was how my father learned bicycle riding. We have notice the painful crisis of not having a bicycle. We usually have everything available from our parents, even we doesn't show positive sense for learning anything.

One day my father and Satyamarayan were returning from Githini market (Name of the market) on the bicycle. My father was driving the bicycle. On a narrow path One of my papa's neighbor Fulai Pandit was going towards market on his own bicycle. Pandiji never saw my father on bicycle riding. He got nervous thinking that my father is an amateur driver. He lost his balance and his bicycle handle was spinning left and right. Seeing this scene my father also lost his balance. Ultimately both the bicycle collided and both front tiers have gotten damaged . This was the first and last accident of my father in his life. It is causes a small financial loss at that time . It was not more as compared to that market condition. But it carried in father's mind very negatively.

We generally have listened very entertaining stories of our parents. If you have your parent's story or short tale, then share it in comment box.

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