Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

October 8, 2015, was the first band concert of the year. I always enjoy band concerts. A group including Justin Hansen, who was dating Tori at the time, Brette Bryant, Tori and me all decided to go to Cook-Out really quickly. As we pulled in Tori pointed to Henry’s car and explained how it broke down earlier and how he was upset. I thought it would be nice if we left him an encouraging note on the windshield of the car, so he would see when we went to retrieve the car later that night. They all agreed that was a good idea, so we all wrote personalized notes on a sheet of notebook paper and left it. That night after the concert, Henry sent me a text thanking me for the note. He told me how he really needed the encouragement. At that moment, I figured it would be a great time to tell Henry I liked him. I wasn 't completely sure that I liked him, but I knew I enjoyed him slightly more than just a friend. Much to my surprise, he told me he felt the same way about me. He was actually jealous when he saw how much I liked Wallace, and wished it was him. That made me feel great, because I never knew the boy in my Latin 2 class, felt the same way. As a result, we had a mutual agreement that we would attempt a relationship. I never truly saw a future for us the way he saw and by the third week, I cut off whatever we were. I tried to explain to him how I felt,

“Yes,” she smiled, “Though he asks not to be disturbed for the rest of the night. He is agitated and wants to focus on papers.”

“They’re doing all they can,” Mom whispered back. She stopped when she saw me and managed a smile. “Hi dear. How was school?”

“You’re busy. I’ll drop by later,” you said, trying to escape the building, but he pulled you back.

“All right, sounds good,” I said, a smile crossing my face. After closing the drawer, I faced him. “Can I ask you something?”

It is now 10:00, which Henry is 30 minutes late to his office. When he gets there, his friend asks him, “How come you’re so late.”

“It’s 7:45, you have plenty of time honey!” My eyes widen, I still need to find my locker, ladies room AND be early to class, I rush off after thanking Cara, on my way out I almost bump into someone. Looking up, I see it’s the same boy from earlier, he smirks at me…

I took a deep breath. "I have to finish up the rest of high school."

All of my classes were pretty lame and boring. I am in a math class that was grade above me so, I had no one from my freshman class to talk to. Period four ended and I was super excited to meet Jenny for our first detective class.

“No he just walked away after he told me he couldn't go. I should have asked him though.” I replied.

“James, don’t tell mum or dad I was here, do you have any money?” he whispered, he sounded tired and his

So much can change within a few hours, we were just exchanging wishes of being with one another. Within that time something changed, I didn’t know if being with him was the right thing. In the moment I didn’t realize that I had been making a mistake.. I couldn’t take back what I had said and his mind was set. It was over, just like that. I immediately regret my idiotic decision, I’d lost the one person I could confide in. He gave me advice, helped me up when I was down, I loved him, he was my best friend. I had known him since the seventh grade and we were freshman in high school then. I felt like I knew him inside and out while he knew me the same way. I lost

“Alright Montresor, I’m going to go back to the station later just to confirm your alibi. Thank you for your gracious hospitality.” He said with a smile as he got up.

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.

“Ok.” He said, leaving my room. It took a while for my friends to wake up, and then I called them on Discord (talking application).