Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

Jesse scrambled up the steps and held his hand. “This better be a candy house,” Jesse said shaking like a leaf. They stood with their candy bags out as they heard loud thudding footsteps.

"Where?" asked Nate terrified. The three of them then went to see where the monster went.

In the year of 1942 on a sunny day there was a family that was hiking in Deadwood, SD. They were hiking by these tall pine trees. They were different colors….some of them were a very dark red, several trees were dark and light green, many trees were kind of like a weird yellow greenish color.

I went to bed as usual that night it was dark and windy outside I fell asleep

Eugene rose to his feet. “Sure they're over there. We've been watching both the front and the back of her place since before the sun came up.”

"We wouldn't be able to find him until morning. Usually in the backyard", she said.

field. Suddenly, my mother spotted her behind a big boulder, so we started toward her.

Sydney had been sitting on the porch for twenty minutes when Steven pulled up. Steven walked up on the porch looking confused. “Is everything alright?”

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.

“Okay, we are in the Hetarte Forest so we should go north from here until we reach a river. Then we go upstream, since downstream is civilization and walk to a waterfall. Then we go to another stream connected to the waterfall and walk until we get out of here. At best we'll get out of here in a little over two days,” Aileen sighs in impatience at the

"Yeah. It's in the garage," I answered realizing that I would have to go back inside my house to grab the keys. "I'll be back... again."

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.

It was a perfect Halloween night. There was a full harvest moon, the wind was howling, the neighborhood was quiet; even though kids were trick-or-treating. My friends and I were waiting to go outside. Andrew, a blue eyed nerd, was already excited to go outside. Ashley, Alex and I were calm, but anxious. We all agreed to go out when it got darker. We were all dressed up as zombies, the ones that ate guts and such.

Traditions are an important part of any holiday. But, I bet this family has a cooler tradition than anything your family has cooked up.

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