Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

While in her arms, I realized that this experience could be life-changing for her, and that I should be supportive of this decision instead of drowning in my own sorrows. I remind myself that even though she won’t be here physically, we can still talk everyday over the phone. Interlocking her hands in mine, I say I love her, and remind her that this isn’t goodbye. We finally let go of each other, and I shuffle back to my car. As I pull out of her driveway, I feel proud of her and myself. Stood in the doorway, she smiles and waves goodbye. Through the windshield, I smile and wave back at her, feeling stronger than

My heart dropped when I learned that Lester and I may be alone again tonight. I hoped I could control myself as Shay pulled out of the driveway. I stayed silent and didn’t say a word until we were almost to my mother’s place.

But then he came back. That made me so happy. And yet, when we parted ways, the only thing that kept me going was my new sister. She’s getting older now, but I hope she will never have to go through a terrible orphanage like the Home of the Angels. She’s a lovely little girl, Annie is. She reminds me of Jenn- Oh, I really must stop thinking of him, it’ll only make it worse. But then, I can’t help thinking of the happy times we spent together before I got on this train. We met up back home, and I told him I loved him, and when I think of that, those words made him happy. I could tell. He looked so depressed when I saw him, and I think I brightened his day. And all that depression happened again when I said I had to go. How can all of my sorrow be summarized in those words? I should have explained to him why I was leaving so soon. I miss him already, and I saw him only a few hours

The car was silent, my eyes tried to keep up with the passing trees that were changing from a lush green to more vibrant colors of red and yellow. My thoughts were racing, adjusting to my sister, my best friend, leaving to start a new chapter in her life. I’ve had so many memories with Morgan, some good but also some bad. I remember the way she could always make me laugh with her quirkiness. Or we would just lay down and listen to my dog, Libby snore, and every minute we would look at each other and smile. I knew I would see her again, I told myself it was only a two hour drive, but I knew life wouldn't be the same. My vision became a blur and the colors of the trees became a mix, as I began to cry.

The scent of dog treats lingered in the kitchen. A heap of dog food on the bowl. The house decorated like always, the long brown couches, the ornamental red and gold rug, the plants in their intricate tall glass vases. Misty bumped into everything, the decorations threatening to fall. Her once shining brown eyes were now clouded over with her blindness. I would never forget how she was before though, my farthest memories were of her. I hugged my grandma goodbye and pet Misty, promising to be back the next week to give her more treats. But I broke my promise.

My best friend is always there when I need her the most, has my back when times get rough, and I can always tell her my deepest darkest secrets. My best friend's name is Tea Elaine Valentine. We have been best friends for nine years and counting. We met in the third grade. I was introduced to Tea by another friend of mine. She thought I was weird at first, but as she got to know me we have been best friends ever since. Tea and I are two different people. Tea is more of the outspoken, no filter, and whatever comes to mind is said. I’m more of the quiet and laid back. I have learned many things from Tea like learning how to speak up for myself, never to let anyone walk all over me, and it is okay to say how you feel. Are friendships have stayed strong this many years because of our loyalty, listening ear, and always being there for each other.

It was Wednesday, the 22nd of March 2012. I woke up to my alarm clock blaring in my ear at 9:30 AM and I reached to hit the snooze button. I slept for about another hour until my friend Tyler knock on my door.

March 22, 2006, should have been a regular Wednesday for me. Me being in first grade, a regular Wednesday was to wake up at 8 a.m. to my father turning on my lights, and spiritedly but annoyingly singing, “Wake up, wake up!” Wincing at the light and my father's terrible voice, I was always able to wake up in order to shut him up. However, the most memorable part of this day was not during school but rather what happened later that day at home. It was my father’s birthday. My father was turning 33 and my mom had a little surprise for our family. To this day, I am not too sure whether my father knew it was happening or not, but my mom walked in through the front door holding a 10lb cream-colored standard poodle. My mom placed her on the dining room table; tail-wagging, tongue out, and super energized. Standing there in awe due to pure shock and astonishment, it was a moment I will always remember. I met my first true best-friend. It wasn’t just some friend though, this dog became my family. Chelsea was the smartest dog I knew, being able to understand our commands (In Russian of course, as we spoke that at home) at the age of 2. I was able to teach it hand commands, like raising my hand in front of me as if telling someone to stop, which signaled sit. Lay down was me waving my hand down, as if petting a dog in a vertical motion. Chelsea was a one of a kind dog to say the least, bringing joy and comfort to a growing family. My dog perfectly fit the stereotype all poodles have.

As a child, I considered myself to be painfully shy. As I have grown older, I’ve determined for myself that I am simply introverted. Combine this with my Asperger’s and I was a kid with few close friends. Luckily, I was never bullied to my knowledge, but it seemed like I invested everything in a single person or two. This was a bit problematic. Around the beginning of middle school, I began homeschooling and my best friend at the time moved away to Germany. We tried our best to keep in contact, but when you are a whole world away, it is a hard task to keep up with. My other (and current) best friend was still in my life though and she has been instrumental to helping me grow as a person and actually reaching the point where I became able to make a larger network of friends.

Best friends are a necessity to life. Who would you gossip to? Who would you tell your crush to? Who would comfort you in times of needs and sadness? Almost everyone at school has a best friend who they tell everything to, but what happens when the person you trusted most can’t be trusted anymore? What happens when your bestfriend isn’t your best friend anymore? To this day, I still feel a great amount of sadness thinking of this moment. Now, I feel like every best friend I have will just leave me again. I feel like this is a never ending cycle that won’t stop. After this day, I felt betrayed as if someone had stabbed me in the back. Luckily, the pain was only temporary and subsided, but the scar will always be there for the memory.

Have you ever lost a really good friend or a best friend? Ever want to speak up, but you didn’t ?

“It's fruitcake weather,” as she would say. It's late November, the snow is falling heavily onto the ground. Memories start to come back of all the times I had with my best friend, and her fruitcakes. She was my best friend, so happy and excited. Sometimes I sit back and remember all the times we had before they shipped me off to school, and took me away from her. I never could understand what my parents meant when they said it was for the best to take me away, that she wasn’t raising me properly. When I look back now, I think she did a wonderful job of teaching me the ways of living fully, and giving to others for nothing in return.

I woke up bright and early and I could hear the camp birds singing a sad melody because it was such a sad day. The sky was colorful with oranges, and dark blues clashing against each other We had to wake up early because we have to drive 4 hours to get the Minneapolis Saint Paul airport.

Jade, Samantha, Mason, and I were walking down Creep Street thinking of a way to get to the next neighborhood in less than fifteen minutes so we could get more Halloween candy. Jade is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten. Mason and I met each other at school last year while being office assistants. I met Samantha in P.E. at school last year. Out of the three of my friends, I'm closest to Jade because we’ve known each other for a long time.

There’s a saying that goes, “a good friend knows all your best stories, a best friend has lived them with you”. I deem this to be very true as it relates to my life and what I consider my best outdoor memory. I remember the day like it was yesterday, with my best friend, Kyah, that I had not seen in months.