Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

reason my palms were sweaty and I had butterflies doing loopty-loops in my stomach. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends at the time. The whole way there, in bumper to bumper traffic, I reflected on all of my memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending that it was milk chocolate shop. As little girls, we would dress up in glittery, razzled costumes and sing our hearts out, which continued well into our teen years when she drove me to school my freshman

I’m Wendy. And no, I look nothing like the perfect happy smiling girl that you all associate with the restaurant. I am 5’6’’ and 13 years old. I have wavy, short, caramel hair and brown eyes, with a light spattering of freckles. My favorite colors are blue and gray, but yellow is such a pretty sunny color... it just doesn 't look good on me. I go to North-West Independence Middle School. In case you were wondering, that is in middle of nowhere Nebraska. It is like a scene from an old movie, no color

went downstairs to get my older brother so we could finish the vlog, but Caleb laid on the couch unresponsive. As I called his name while walking down the stairs, I realized something was wrong. “Caleb” I yelled tears pouring out of my eyes as I found him, not breathing. He was dead. My best friend, my brother, the only person who made me really happy, was gone forever. I couldn 't imagine what I was going to do without him. I loved him more than anyone in my life he was my hero. It 's october

The past 8 years at Maquinna was an amazing journey. During those 8 years I met a lot of great people, some of them are now my best friends. However, I can never forget how I got to here. It all started in Kindergarten, I didn’t know anyone. I was a really shy kid and I didn’t talk to anyone. However, my love for cars and dinosaurs helped me make my first friend. His name is Eric Yuan. We almost always play with cars and dinosaurs. In Kindergarden, we basically just play and learn how to count and

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

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

I Threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were Andrew Garfield who would become my best friend. I couldn 't look away, I wanted to scream. The jacket would be my new best friend. The leather black and silver studs, the belts, and best of all being popular. This jacket is no ordinary jacket, this is my jacket. I heard steps coming up stairs, my mom stopped by and asked if I like it. I yelled yes with excitement and joy. She left, I stared at the jacket like when

to their homes for the weekend so it usually leaves very few people around. So that was why, around noon on Sunday, my friends and I were eating a meal of thick stew and crusty bread and drinking a pitcher of hot, spiced, and very watered-down wine. We’d chosen my room because it was the biggest and therefore had the most space for practicing weaponry, our afternoon plan. My friends ate and made small talk. We saw each other most days so sometimes it seemed

about it. She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away. Growing up, we were resentful of each other. We used words and actions to get our point across. Not only did we slap each other, but also kicked and punched. I cried even if it didn’t hurt, that was me being a baby. My dad would scoop me in his arms and at the same time, discipline my sister. It was satisfying if you had asked my 8 year old self. Later on, Madison turned into my soul mate, as I began

“We do the same thing every day, let’s do something different for once.” my best friend Meldisa said. I thought to myself, “What could we possibly do? We’re only ten years old.” Ever since we were two years old we would spend time together literally every day, and we always had something to do except this one day. We sat outside in our usual spot. It was this area in our neighborhood that was surrounded by three trees, three huge rocks, and a white fence. We sat there on the freshly cut green grass