Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

Before I begin to write, I want to apologize in advance just in case I seem a bit disorganized. I’ve wanted to write about my Grandma for awhile now and I even mentioned about doing an article on her about month or two ago on Facebook. Writing about her has been a rather difficult task, due to trying to find the right words that I know I won’t find. I’d also like to clarify that the reason I want to write is not that I want to pay tribute and write such a meaningful and touching post others can relate to, I simply want to do it for me.

You know that feeling of contentment and pure delight you get when you’re around a loved one? Well that’s exactly what I feel when I’m around my best friend Karah. She is a Texas native and lived here her whole life, until she moved far, far away. That is when my whole world drastically changed.

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.

The leaves detached from the branches of that old lemon tree and followed the wind’s flow. Some of them flew away from the corners of my eyes and some landed right by where I was sitting down; next to the empty road. I was waiting for his arrival, the arrival of the boy I’ve only known for less than a year but quickly left a lingering feeling within me. I considered him my best friend in everyone else’s eyes, but to just me, I knew he was way beyond that level. I sat down by the side of the narrow sidewalk, where we met for the first time. He came to my house for a special group project and brought a tiny but elegant box of chocolates for me and my mom. Of course I’ve seen him at school before, but this is where I first started warming up to him; right in front of my house. I asked him to meet me here so we could go to “the spot” ; today I was going to tell him how quickly my heart beats when I look right into his face, at the extent that it’s hard for me to breath, I had to tell him how much, him not being there ruined my entire day and how every time he hugged me, nasty and cold liquid bullets would run down every inch of my body. Love, or just having a crush, none are a pleasant experiences. Whichever way I chose to tell him, it had to be now or never. It hadn't even been three months since my mother told me we were moving back to Canada, for a new beginning; I had already been decided . But now it was the time to tell him, because soon enough I was going to be up in a

“A true friend is someone who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else.”- Len Wein. Ever since the day Tom got in trouble and had to sit by Becky Thatcher, they became best friends, and even claimed they loved each other. One day when Becky and Tom stopped getting along, Becky sought out to find what the other schoolchildren referred to as the teacher’s secret book. To her great delight, she found the book and began flipping through the many pages. However, while hastily flipping through, Becky tore one of the pages. Tom happened to waltz in at just the right moment and witness this fatal act. She fearfully put the book back in its place begging Tom not to tell, and anxiously awaited the moment the teacher would find it. Once he found his book, torn page and all, the teacher began questioning everyone in the school house if they had done it. In a state of pure petrification, Becky knew she could not lie to the teacher even if she tried, and so she awaited her punishment. Astonishingly, however, Tom noticed the fear, and tragedy in Becky’s eyes, and as the school master neared Becky to confront her, Tom rose up and declared that he tore the book, relieving Becky of her dreaded punishment. Everyone who reads this touching tale, wants Becky and Tom to get along, however, some believe Tom should have taken Becky’s punishment, while others believe he should not have. Despite contrary beliefs, Tom

It was a sunny day in the summer before my senior year and I was with two of my best friends, Dallas and Bryce. We had been gathering wood skids for our bonfire later that night. We got done around 3 in the afternoon and we had nothing to do, so we played video games for a little while. We soon became tired of playing video games, so we decided to go work on Dallas’s old 1984 Chevy pickup truck. Shortly after installing new parts, we decided to ride his dirt bike. Little did we know, this would soon result in a memory that we will never forget.

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.

Monday morning finally rolls around and I finally get to see Rich, while the both of us are sober, and tell him how amazing he did. I pack my bag and head out the door, after feeding Ice, my pup, first. I drive to school and find a spot fairly easily, which is highly unusual to find one this late. Anyways, I head inside and search for my boyfriend. He’s standing by my locker with a couple of his friend, more specifically, the ones he played with on Friday night. I walk up and tuck myself under his arm.

I woke up, to my alarm. I got ready for school and got on the bus. I then arrived at school and met up with my boyfriend. We have been dating for 9 days now. I met him because of my friend, he is my friends boyfriend’s friend. He grabbed my hand, but I got out of his grip. “I’m not ready for that, Kevin. I just want to take things slow, please,” I said. He responded, “Come on, we are only holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal.” I just didn’t want to yet, he was is my first boyfriend. “This is my class, I have to go,” I said I walked in the door. He didn’t say a word and just walked away.

March 22, 2006, should have been a regular Wednesday for me. Me being in first grade, a regular Wednesday was to wake up at 8 a.m. to my father turning on my lights, and spiritedly but annoyingly singing, “Wake up, wake up!” Wincing at the light and my father's terrible voice, I was always able to wake up in order to shut him up. However, the most memorable part of this day was not during school but rather what happened later that day at home. It was my father’s birthday. My father was turning 33 and my mom had a little surprise for our family. To this day, I am not too sure whether my father knew it was happening or not, but my mom walked in through the front door holding a 10lb cream-colored standard poodle. My mom placed her on the dining room table; tail-wagging, tongue out, and super energized. Standing there in awe due to pure shock and astonishment, it was a moment I will always remember. I met my first true best-friend. It wasn’t just some friend though, this dog became my family. Chelsea was the smartest dog I knew, being able to understand our commands (In Russian of course, as we spoke that at home) at the age of 2. I was able to teach it hand commands, like raising my hand in front of me as if telling someone to stop, which signaled sit. Lay down was me waving my hand down, as if petting a dog in a vertical motion. Chelsea was a one of a kind dog to say the least, bringing joy and comfort to a growing family. My dog perfectly fit the stereotype all poodles have.

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.

It was Wednesday, the 22nd of March 2012. I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ear at 9:30 AM and I reached to hit the snooze button. I slept for about another hour until my friend Tyler knock on my door.

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.

” Think of your friendships as an auditorium. Would you be more careful about who you let sit in the front row?” One of many life lessons I learned was to not trust everyone with everything.I learned that the hard way of telling my best friend about what happened after War Hill High school Prom. Everything unfolded right then and there.

I can 't tell you how many times I 've picked up the phone wanting to call you. I miss talking to you. I miss my best friend. Yes, I can honestly say this now since I have had time to think, you really were my best friend. I told you things that I had never told anyone else. I had always felt that I could tell you what was on my mind; without judgement or feeling insecure. I miss talking openly to you more than anything. So, I thought I would write you this letter (a no filter letter) just to be sure that you actually get it. Please bare with me my writing is horrible and I haven 't written a letter in years. Eight to be exact.