Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend In High School

I did not have anyone truly that I could talk to throughout the day, I was going in blind, hoping to make new friends in my classes since the theatre people I befriended were all in the 12th grade. In the end, there was a girl who was in four of my classes out of seven, Samantha. Samantha was actually the first person to ever talk to me when I moved down to Alabama, we just never truly became friends until now. Everything was going well, I was put as the stage manager for The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged), Samantha and I became best friends, (which to this day, we still are best friends), I had no issues with my studies, life seemed to be pleasing for a

Less than two months into my second semester of High School and I had lost all of my friends, I had nobody that I could turn to and felt as if my life was ruined. At this point, I was heavily hit by my depression and became ostracized from everything/everyone that had previously made me happy. It all started on February 21, my best friend’s birthday and also the day they asked if I would go out with them, when I refused everything began spiraling downhill. Upset by my rejection and inflamed by the idea that they were “so out of my league” and that I could “never get someone like them again”, my best friend went to our group of friends and told them several lies. All of these falsities revolved around the idea that I consistently slandered my friends behind their backs and how I never truly enjoyed their friendships. The idea of me doing these things enraged everyone and without even questioning the claims, I was removed from the

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.

BEEEEEP! That was the sound of my of my alarm clock telling me that summer is over. Today is my first day of highschool and I’m expected to do great things for the Tiki Island Bullfrogs varsity lacrosse team. I have a height of 6’5 with a 205 lbs frame. My best friends are Tyrone, Manjavian, and Cleedus, and they are going to be on varsity lacrosse with me. I have honestly had a very interesting summer with the whole vampire thing, but it’s been really tough trying to explain to them that I have met a vampire who can drink ink instead of blood.

Not being adequate is a tough pill to swallow. For me wrestling was my life in high school. Nothing was more important being on the mat. Wrestling knowing at the end of the day that only you could stop yourself. It wasn't until i reached college and tried to make the leap for high school to college that reality sat in. I applied to San Francisco State providing film hoping to insure a scholarship. In return they told me that my skill weren’t at the level they need.

I live in a suburban town whose families are well-off, each home has hedges trimmed to the needle and the downtown streets are lined with colorful-flags and flowerbeds in the springtime. It is a moderate-sized town but a quiet and simple place to live. Not a lot happens; it is quaintly bustling during the daytime, yet at night not even a car can be spotted parked on main street. The town appears to be an ideal, utopian establishment-- an embodiment of civilization. However, the only high school is bursting at the seams, the students are rowdy, and there is a surplus of rules but apathetic punishment. Troubled kids would wait through a tolerable one hour detention, then go out and reinstate their poor behavior. This evokes many questions about

I became good friends with a girl. She became part of my group that included my former best friend and I. It consisted of three people, which made me a bit doubtful, because I knew that meant someone would always be on the side, depending on the situation. Unfortunately, my new friend usually fell into that situation. I did not realize that because I was so absorbed in my friendship with my former best friend.

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

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.

We were so close in elementary school. You would always talk about how you still missed me after I moved and now I don't know you anymore. Even though we see each other every day, it's painful since I still miss you and I know you probably felt the same way too.The reason why I unfriended you was because I was jealous that you replaced me (which I regret doing years ago). I know shit like that happens, but I try avoiding you to not look like a stalker. Well, I'm happy for you now. Sometimes the feeling of missing someone feels great, in a way. I'm sorry that I put you though any kind of pain. I've lied to you many times. I'm sorry that I haven't talked to you. It was mainly since I didn't know what to say at that time. It sucks because when you started ignoring me, I realized this. I know that I was/am a jerk, that I wouldn't change, that I'm arrogant, and stupid. Something changed me when I moved schools. It wasn't easy for an introvert like me to make friends like it was before and I was with the wrong people who did stupid shit that got me in

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students

In eighth grade I had a lot of wonderful companionships and acquaintances. Eighth grade was an okay experience it wasn’t the best but it certainly wasn’t the worst. During the time being there I made amazing friends mostly guys because girls are always into something that has to do with gossip. Either it was rumors or he said she said types of things. Anyhow one day I was hanging out with my friend which was obsessed with this one guy that didn’t even go to our school and by obsessed I mean she was practically drooling over him and she hadn’t even seen him in person. The weird thing was he lived in the same city as us but went to a different school. She told me about him and she bragged about him like was American’s next model. When she showed me a picture of him I thought he was alright but she thought he was smoking hot. Well she was obsessed with him let’s remember that. One day she came out of nowhere all upset to me and I asked her what was wrong and she told me she’d stop talking to him because he was a liar. After she told me what happened I just listened to her and was there for her while she needed me. The next couples days passed by and things seemed to gotten better with

On top of a difficult situation at home I was always introverted and never wanted people to talk to me; my social life was practically non existent. Despite my apprehension I eventually fell into a group of kids at school and grew close to a few of them however I never expected to find the insane idiot I call my best friend. Although we hung out with the same group of people, we never actually spoke until one day we were forced to sit together in a class. I’m not sure why I trusted her so quickly, or why she even listened to me ramble on about my problems; I guess it was obvious i needed someone to talk to. Our friendship slowly evolved into this

Throughout the years I have always stayed strong and true to myself and to my beliefs. When I was eleven years old, adventuring into sixth grade, I met a girl named Ashley who turned out to be my best friend. As the time went on, our friendship grew stronger and our families became more compact, eventually leading us to do everything together. This ranged from Sunday family dinners to even vacationing together. We were so close that despite the fact we looked nothing alike, and we were in fact utterly opposite physically, people always asked if we were sisters. However, as soon as junior year in high school came, things took a turn for the worst.

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