Personal Narrative Essay : Crash, My Best Friend

I pull up and rush inside. Would this be the last time I see my best friend of 10 years? The room is cold, plain, and white from the floor to the ceilings. A tall and slender man in scrubs walks in and says that he would be brought into the room to see us in just a few minutes. The man also explains how he would be dazed, due to the anesthesia from the surgery he had just undergone. The surgery revealed that my best friend named Jack had cancer, and that he was too old to undergo chemo. They bring him in, his glassy eyes look at me and his furry tail wags. He is extremely underweight and his ribs show from under his thick black and white coat. He seems happy for the first time in months. I later realize this is because it is the first time he had not been in pain in so long. I say my goodbyes and rush out of the vet, tears streaming down my face. We were not just losing a pet, but a family member.

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

“Billy, we must be able to walk in here! You’ve got to watch where you are laying those tracks!” Mom was exasperated with my electric train obsession. The black plastic tracks crisscrossed the entire living room and dining room floor in such a way that I had developed a hopscotch pattern of ambulating to my room. I had created hills out of piles of old phone books and shoe boxes and rivers with my large collection of blue t-shirts. The tracks wound their way around the homemade terrain; grey clouds of engineered smoke rose from the chimney of the locomotive. The train cars click-clacked at a steady rate around the long and winding track until they hit a bump where the track was not connected properly. I would race to the site of the accident and hurry to determine the cause of the mishap. The more time I spent with the trains, the fewer the number of collisions occurred. The train set has become a prized possession that links me to the close relationship I had with my grandfather.

It was 2:00 am I was sitting on my couch, thinking of something to do.Then a thought popped up in my mind. My thought was to make my own apple company with one of my friends, we would sell apple on the road for 10 cents an apple.

“Get into the car!” Shouted one of my scout leaders.It was the day where I lost something big on a big day.So it all started in a car and we were driving to a tournament and I it took long to get there so obviously we were bored all the way. Once I got there I was excited and couldn’t wait but not knowing I lost something. I went into the building where we got our wooden cars but I kept mines to myself. I looked in my backpack but wasn’t there so then went to the nearest phone booth to call home to hurry and bring the car to the tournament but my mom said that she had lost it. When I heard about my car I felt bad for losing my car because it was probably the fastest car I have ever made and now that it’s lost I feel depressed and I was hoping

During Clement’s trip to Boston and New York, my friends and I decided to stay up late in our room because we have our long trip to New York on the bus (already a bad idea). Truth or dare, two lies one truth, would you rather, and regrets were the main things we were doing during that night in the room. We started saying regrets and my friend (“Alexis”anonymous for protection), said hers. Nevertheless, I already heard the rumors and lies my friend ”Nicole” told me surrounding the “incident”. My other friends have previously told my when i was younger that Alexis was bad news and I shouldn’t be hanging out with because she is a so-called fairweather friend. Envidently enough, everything my friends were telling me sounded true to me because of the remarks on her behavior. Alexis said” I regret telling everyone that I did it with him. I know it’s wrong, but I was forced to”. In the midst of nowhere, she started to cry and she still kept talking about “I know I don’t look the type to do so, but I did anyways”.

I recall our conversation one September night. I had assured Alex that I was being faithful and that I loved him

I woke up bright and early and I could hear the camp birds singing a sad melody because it was such a sad day. The sky was colorful with oranges, and dark blues clashing against each other We had to wake up early because we have to drive 4 hours to get the Minneapolis Saint Paul airport.

When i was 14 i met someone who was quite older than me and very smart. Ever since then we have been so close and we have been best friends. After this day i knew there was always gonna be someone there at the end of the day that was there to listen to me and give me better advice than my friends could. Josh was way more then a best friend he was family he was like a older brother i never had, and so much more. He taught me to live life on the fly, by the second. He always knew that the next day, hour, or minute was never promised. But along with josh’s happiness and positivity came the bad days also the days josh needed someone to be there for him for a chance so he could have help with the problems that have been building up while he was pushing them aside to help others. He drank to help cope with the pain that his “demons” put him through. This was a bad choice on his part.. But we all have something that takes the pain away. We shared the same happy place the beach. We could stay there from when the sun came up to when she sun goes down and not have to say a word. I could tell josh was hurting for a while he quit coming around and he quit texting me and this wasn't like him. Come to find out he fell at work off a ladder because of his drinking and had broken his leg. He finally texted me and told me what happened and he said he was sorry. And my life changed in the blink of an eye.

As I was leaving the San Francisco Middle School after basketball I began my walk home with my best friend Jeffrey, but I like to call him Jeff. We were so thrilled that it was Friday and we had so many things we wanted to do at my house, so Jeff and I began sprinting home so we could have all the time we wanted.

This is the story of my high school best friend and me, and how our lives took different paths regardless of what we thought and what we assumed. My friend and I met in a unique way. At that time, I was working for my dad and needed a helper for the job I was performing. I, first told another friend about the job opportunity, which he agreed to take, but on the first day of work he had already changed his mind about working with me and asked another of his friends to take his place. This is how I met the guy that would later turn into my best-friend in my high school years. His name was Albert, he was a year younger than I was, but he talked like if he were five years older than I was; he sounded convincing, and I had no reason to doubt him. I began to build an association of him with a guy that had been schooled by life, he would always have something to say about everything, it was like if in his short life span he had gone through mayor life lessons that he felt open to share with newbies like me. As time continued to pass, our relationship started growing, as well as my suspicions to everything he would tell me; I soon learned that he would probably make a great writer, due to his immense imagination.

Jade, Samantha, Mason, and I were walking down Creep Street thinking of a way to get to the next neighborhood in less than fifteen minutes so we could get more Halloween candy. Jade is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Mason and I met each other at school last year while being office assistants. I met Samantha in P.E. at school last year. Out of the three of my friends, I'm closest to Jade because we’ve known each other for a long time.

When I was a child, what I wanted most was to be a cowboy. Once I was old enough, my father would take me along to care for and check on his cows nearly every night. I loved spending time with my father when I was young because I was free to do anything with him without my mother there to keep me from getting dirty. I could get as muddy as I liked and use my vast imagination to turn puddles into oceans before we hopped into his old truck at the end of the night and let the fluorescent compass display above our heads lead us home. This continued through my childhood until he became too busy to take me to the farm and I became too busy with my schoolwork. I believe I was very lucky to have such a happy childhood, but unfortunately, it did not last as long as I would have liked.

I’m Wendy. And no, I look nothing like the perfect happy smiling girl that you all associate with the restaurant. I am 5’6’’ and 13 years old. I have wavy, short, caramel hair and brown eyes, with a light spattering of freckles. My favorite colors are blue and gray, but yellow is such a pretty sunny color... it just doesn 't look good on me. I go to North-West Independence Middle School. In case you were wondering, that is in middle of nowhere Nebraska. It is like a scene from an old movie, no color, only corn as far as the eye can see, (and past that, but come on guys, glass 1/2 full am I right?), and heat. Long story short, it is Awful with a capital A. I am in eighth grade, and let me tell you, it’s not all it’s knocked up to be. Don 't

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside