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Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

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Bobby has been my best friend since were in diapers, as my mom would say. She is the most tenderhearted person you could ever know, and is scared of many things: spiders, disappointing anyone in any way shape or form, and our horrible teacher Ms. Figgleman Ms. Figgleman is our history teacher. Even her name was terrible. Ms. Figgleman is always waiting like a vulture to catch someone giving the wrong answer, her fingers are like and eagle, her feet the size of snowshoes and she is always waiting to give out detention slips. “Come on. Get in. I don’t have all day!” she snapped at me. “Could you get any slower?” she yelled at Bobby. “Why are you starting at my forehead?!” she bellowed at our two closest, but not best, friends. What a kind person. She yells at the whole class for dropping their stuff, going slowly and even looking in the wrong direction. She even scares our principal. She’s taller than her too! Once we had checked the agenda board, we knew we were done for; we had a test the next day! I believe the clock broke during that period, seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and the period turned into days. But right before the bell rang Ms. Gulch called out “Ruby, after class, five minutes!” We all exchanged nervous glances, when Ms. Gulch called you after school, it was serious. Then the bell rang and Jimmy, Joe and I conscientiously waited at the end of the hallway for Bobby. When he finally came out Ms. Figgleman’s room, tears were spilling out

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