Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

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Looking back, I remind myself that friends are temporary, but memories are forever. This was going to be our last night together, Cesli and I. Cesli Crum was my best friend that I met in third grade. That year came and went, and though in fourth grade Cesli was held back, we still vowed to always be best friends. Then, that winter of two thousand fourteen, her family decided to move away. I felt devastated, so my mom agreed to have Cesli over one evening right before she left. Thus that is what brought us to be hanging out in my living room. Cesli’s dad knocked on the door, and when she came in, she had in tow a rocks and minerals set she had gotten at the recent Scholastic Book Fair. I felt so overjoyed to see her walk in, but…show more content…
We went into the closet to choose blue and purple cheetah print duct tape, and my mom went upstairs to grab an old purple yoga mat. My mom helped us cut and rip swatches of duct tape to form the spaces and numbers. After the hopscotch masterpiece was complete, we realized we needed some sort of ‘rock’ to throw to pick up in the middle. I had the idea to use one of the foam building blocks we had on hand. Cesli and I took turns throwing and jumping. “That was so fun, Jenn!” Cesli giggled. We laughed together for probably a good whole three minutes. After we were out of breath, we realized that time had gone by fast. “We only have about fifteen minutes until your dad comes!” I griped to Cesli. “Hey, why don’t you play Cesli one of your piano songs?” my mom suggested. “Okay!” I decided. I sat down at the piano and let my fingers dance across the keys as I played one of the songs I knew by heart. After I finished the song, Cesli walked over, and asked me shyly, “I’ve always wanted to play piano. Maybe you could teach me?” Um. . . sure?!” I answered hesitantly. My mom helped me pull out a few of my really old piano books. I was laughing inside my head at the superior nonchalance of the song. I helped Cesli start teaching Cesli one of the first songs in the book. It was almost a magical feeling, my last moments with Cesli. When I was teaching her that piano song, I felt a spark of friendship, a pang of magic, and a hope of

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