Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

“Oh. Well...That’s great,” I said, thinking what I’d give to have Ricky smile at me.

“Hi!” I respond back with an even bigger smile. He blushes and giggles to himself.

Tyler Anthony Novojoski sounds just like an everyday regular guy. He may not be your favorite celebrity, best friend, or even your family, but he is one really amazing guy. I know what you're probably thinking how can you even have true love or even care about someone you don’t know. Simple, you just sit back grab a bowl of popcorn and let me tell you about Tyler, and I can promise you will wish he was a part of your life somehow. I met Tyler back on a spooky, cold, and dark Halloween night, the year two thousand fourteen. That day I met him left an everlasting impact on my life that is how truly amazing he is. Before we met I was just hanging out with my friend Autumn and she knew I was going to be starting at Panera bread. She decided to text Tyler and his friend Brandon to come pick us up and hangout. In my head I was super excited at least we wouldn't be just sitting around anymore. They finally reached my house, Tyler was driving an older white Jeep Cherokee with red swirls on the side. We got into the car and, the first thing I smelled was a strong whiff of men cologne. Tyler and Brandon turned around to introduce themselves to me. When I looked at Tyler in the eyes my heart stopped, I got butterflies. I couldn't help but keep thinking how crazy cute he was. After we all were introduced we drove around for awhile and just talked and got to know each other.

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

There was one day in the summer of my 7th grade year, it was a little different than others because I was about to head to Orlando, Florida to play baseball. This was a very exciting time for me and my entire team because we had worked so hard to get to this very moment at this very tournament. After a short flight we arrived in Orlando. This was a great sight because you could see ESPN World WIde of Sports complex from a mile away. This was a start to an absolutely great time and tournament in Florida.

“Fine,” she grumbles, jutting out her hips in an annoyance manner. “You’re in charge today.”

"Yes, you did. You don't look to bad yourself." You flirt as you looped your arm with his, you two heading to where the couples were already lined up, ready to

I have been a troupe 1224 member of Estancia Drama since my sophomore year of high school. As a child, I took daring acting and modeling classes. My parents had difficulty taking me to them because I hated being on stage. I felt uncomfortable and afraid of everyone judging me. As I grew up, I kept the same attitude towards the arts while my oldest brothers continued to act. They came home late from rehearsals with tired and committed faces. I never bothered to ask what rehearsals were and what they did, but when my family and I went to see them perform, their time to the program showed off. It was not my intention to take Beginning Drama my freshman year, but I was not going to pass up such a huge opportunity. As a senior, I have been in seven shows. In five of them, I was an actress and in two, I was behind the scenes working on lights and sound. The process of putting on a show has taught me more than any other extracurricular possibly can. We learn how to work with each other, a group ranging from twenty to forty students. For every show, we work fifteen hours or more a week on different

“Oh little one, what are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be doing something at this time?” Michael asks.

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

I stare down at the marble floor, my reflection completely distorted. It reminds me of how much of a mess this is. Mrs. Kraukovich stops and when I look up she's looking at me with concern.

As we grow older, we meet new people and make new friendships. Out of all the people you meet there is always that one friend that you click with the most. That being said a best friend is someone you look out for and care for like sibling. As we grow older we have a perception of growing old and having your best friend by your side, but I came to the realization one morning that it is not true. I found out my childhood best friend past away from a drug overdose.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

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