Personal Narrative: Jessica

Back in seventh, I meet a girl who I instantly click with. We always hung out after school, told each other everything and whenever there was a group project, we would be partners or go together in a group. Eighth grade was when things started to change because we weren’t in the same class. The problem wasn’t that we were going to grow apart simply because we didn’t have any classes together because all our options were together and there was always lunch to hang out with each other. After a of school month, it was radio silence from her, I tried to talk to her, but she would either turn away or started to talk to someone else. I couldn’t comprehend when had happened between us, we didn’t get in an arguement. I wouldn’t have called her overweight, she was just a bit chubby, but by January she was unrecognizable. Her arms and legs looked like toothpicks and her head looked like it had shrunken in. When ninth grade rolled around, she started to talk to me again because we had mutual friends that we would eat lunch together in a group. We had French class together where we would sit with each other. In March, she started doing small that would have the lunch group and I were scratching our heads. At first it was just little things, like getting angry for no reason or excluding some girls in the group. Then it turned into her dating one of the lunch girl's ex-boyfriend. It’s

About two months into freshman year I began to realize she or anyone else would ignore me or keep it conversation short. To this day, I still do not know what I did for this to happen. As far as I knew we were on good terms and had made up an alone time ago. I confronted them with what was going on and how I was seeing it. Their responses show a little sympathy. My friendships were going downhill fast and the only person who I had was Nathan, to lean on. During these few months, I felt so alone and unworthy. I came home crying every day and ate a lot more which caused me to gain weight. Online I saw my name appear for the most hated and many hateful tweets referring to myself. I did not want to go to school or see anyone; except for Nathan. I resorted to cutting myself on the leg where no one would see it. I did not want to live and cutting makes me feel like I was alive. I eventually got a dog who i named Poe and for a while he was one of the only reasons i had a reason to live. I began to reconnect to old friends in seventh grade. The group of the five of us held me somewhat together for a while, but truly Nathan held me together. We became so close from hanging out everyday and doing everything together. They even got our poe’s brother and their own pet. He was my only best friend, but i wanted things to change. There was nothing i could so to change the place i was in but i NEEDED

Then Linda came into my life. At a place where I was staying, Linda picked up other girls for church, and I decided to go one morning. Every Ssunday we kept in contact until I decided to move away from there; then that’s where I lost

When she saw who was at the door, her eyes got big and she backed up as though I had the plague. She let me talk to her for about 30 minutes. And when I asked why she no longer wanted to speak to me, she said, “As time went on, I noticed your behavior had become increasingly inappropriate.”

I remember my feelings began to intensify, as did hers. She explained that I was the first girl she had ever had feelings for. We entered the integrating stage as far as we could, considering we were long distance. I said goodbye to habits and activities that she frowned upon. I changed my circle of friends for those who did not party, since she really didn’t like me participating in those kinds of things. I changed my views on certain things,

She thought I was really weird, well she still thinks I’m weird but that is beside the point. At first we spoke two different languages and shared completely different customs. Being the new kid from another country, my conversations with her were tended to be short and awkward and we never had much to talk about. I would laugh when she and her friends laughed, even if I didn’t understand the joke at all. I tried using slang as often as I could, even though I wasn’t sure what any of it meant. However, after an entire year of frustration and self-motivation, I was finally making progress. I picked up some more English and learned a lot about American culture and customs. Then I became even more engaged, I joined the school tennis team and even became the only Chinese cheerleader in our school. Slowly, I found out that Daniela and I share a lot in common: we both love reading, eating healthy and working out. Nowadays she helps me enhance my English and I help her learn how to be more

We could have been reunited and started hanging out with each other again, but I was to scared to contact her because I was afraid she wouldn’t remember who I was. If I would have contacted her though would she have remembered me or would she not known who was texting her. Maybe it was for the better that I didn’t contact her, but it still leaves me in regret that I didn’t. We could have started hanging out again like we used to, but I was to much of a chicken to say anything to her. Now we don’t have any contact whatsoever except for social media and things like that, but still she doesn’t know who I am anymore.

So still clueless to what's going on I'm rushing home to check on her and I get another phone call from her . Saying we need to talk so I come

As a child, I wrote constantly . From pirate ships to my school’s playground, the settings of my pieces varied, but my main character always remained the same. Jenny Rose, my young heroine, was daring and an explorer at heart. I created Jenny when I was in third grade, along with a series that centered around all of her expeditions. When I faced intimidating or troubling situations, I reacted as if I was Jenny. For years I continued to write about Jenny and her exciting encounters. And eventually, I realized that Jenny’s characteristics were quite similar to mine. Jenny was always someone I admired and wanted to be, but I eventually came to the realization that she was a reflection of who I already was. All of Jenny’s discoveries and experiences

We drifted apart after she left Ness, but in February of 2009, I invited her over to have a sleepover and we reconnected. The following year, I was to be getting my education at West Valley City School and Jordan was going to be going there as well. I learned Jordan's dad had passed away the year we disconnected. It was woebegone that i wasn't able to be with her through that rough period. Throughout my years at City School I had made more friends but still had Jojo right by my side. There have been times where Jordan and I have had arguments where we didn’t speak with each other for days, but we know nothing will ever break our amity. She has been there with me through my most rigorous moments, we’ve laughed together, cried together, and will always look out for one another. She’s my other half even though, I want to punch her in the face. We enjoy annoying each other because, why not? Psychologists say if a friendship lasts longer than seven years, it will last a lifetime. Jordan and I had our seven year anniversary on our first day of high school. It was a legitimate

Every time I told her something that was important to me she would simply tell me she doesn’t care. We started drifting apart, it came to the point where I didn’t even want to talk when she was around because I was too afraid she was going to say something to me. People would tell Madison that I acted differently when she wasn’t around, I would actually talk and laugh. She questioned me about it and I didn’t know how to answer so I just said I didn’t know. Eventually the only time she talked to me was when she needed something, as in the homework she never did. I started to feel used, but I hid that from everyone. I don’t know why, but she always had to one-up me and I always stayed loyal to her. It was like I was on a leash, I couldn’t get away from her. It’s not that I wanted to get away, it’s the fact that I could never stand up for myself and say no. I was weaker than her and she took advantage of that. School started coming to an end and she decided that she wanted to move back to Florida for her final years of high school. This is when she started to crawl back into my life, easing her way in because I’m a constantly open gate. I let it all happen, because I’m not that person. I won’t do you the way you did me. I’m too nice. She never changed completely, she still had a terrible attitude, but I think she didn’t want to leave our friendship on lousy terms. I didn’t want

was just because she didn’t like me or maybe she just felt like pushing me.

Our bond became strong we started hanging out with each other more;within 5 months of hanging out we began going to my house. I got her snacks or even sodas every time I had money. After going through our first official “fight” people began saying she was talking about me behind my back. I shook it off because my inner thoughts were thinking

We actually tried to include her, it just didn’t work out that way. The next day, Sam tried to act like nothing happened. I was still mad and hurt, so I left the Skype conversation. I knew I needed a break from her, but she couldn’t accept that. She kept trying to contact me, over text or another social media platform. She just kept trying to get to me, regardless of how much I tried to shut her out.

I woke up this morning at 7:00am and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I had a bad dream about my girlfriend named Amani killing me. So instead of going back to sleep I get ready for school. When I got to school I met up with my buddy Julian. We talked on our way to class. He had Algebra first and I had economics. When I got there Amani was there. I said, “Hey Amani," but she didn’t speak back. I asked what’s wrong and she gave me a devilish look. I then tried to cajole her into talking to me but she turned her nose to me and walked away. Man what a case a bizarre events this morning. First, I have a dream about Amani killing me then she doesn’t want to talk to me. Since Amani was acting anomalous I didn’t try to talk to her