Personal Narrative : My Best Friend

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

"Your sister" Zach says, as he gets a slight smile on his face, while my face turns to shock.

Standing in the doorway, palms sweating, heart pounding, and breathing heavy. It was my first day of fifth grade, as I walked through the doors my vision blurred and the noise was all muffled. I was so nervous. The thoughts going through my head were, “Who is going to be in my class?” “Am I going to make friends?” “Who am I going to sit by at lunch?” These thoughts have been with me throughout middle school and high school.

“I heard something the other day that made me nauseous,” she said a little nervous.

Then, as the last girl passed through, everyone went back to their places. I sucked in a rasped breath as I pushed the red, thick steel lunch room doors. With my hair covering the front of my face like a funeral veil, I examined the hard, smooth marble floors as I shuffled through the sea of shoes until I reached the wall. A hush fell over the crowd as the principal came strolling in. He started giving a speech about the school dance this Friday, yet I drowned him out. Today was January twenty-seventh, Stella’s birthday. I could not hold it in anymore as I sank against the wall, silently letting all the sorrow and despair flow out of me. Two pink sneakers came to rest on the glazed marble floors. “Well, do you not want to join us?” questioned a clipped, sickly sweet voice. Willing myself to raise my head, I slowly brought my eyes up. She was wearing a short checkered skirt with a navy blue collared shirt. I met the girl’s eyes. A shocking electric blue. “Well, are you going to answer me or not?” she asked again. “Um...sure…” I replied, mesmerized by the amount of makeup the girl had on. I felt hands on my shoulders as her crew pulled me to my feet. I stared at the floor the whole time until I reached the designated “popular”

My eyes scan the room around me, piercing, as it were, into the walls enclosed about me, searching the secrets that are hidden within the black corners. Kids are talking and laughing together, every so often gawking at these new people who would now be in their class. There is something about this school I do not like. Whether it is the buzzing hum of the lights, the clamor of people babbling, or the strange feeling of being at home away from home, I cannot figure it out. I am at an unfamiliar school with peculiar people who are constantly gawking at me. One pen clicks. I jump. I am incredibly tense in my new surroundings. All of a sudden, something touches my hand. I shake vigorously,

Pretty soon some nasty rumors had started to speculate around the school like a wildfire. Soon there were whispering in the hallways whenever you were around, and pretty soon you started to lose your friends, one by one, until you stood just stood there, bare and alone. Just like I had not so long before.

"Yeah, no one was my friend. I never had the courage to ask them. "

“Okay sissy, don't cry,” she pleaded.  I knew the day was coming up, but I tried not to think about it.  She was my absolute best friend and I could not imagine living 1,300 miles away.

Right. It´s Monday. Also known as the worst day of my life, or as my parents like to call it, the first day of my sophomore year. Usually i'm excited for the first day of school, but not this time. Not here at my new house. Not at my new school. Not in my new town. Especially not here in New Jersey. I pull on my jet black jacket and say farewell to my thin, ill, and frail mother and with my head and shoulders low, start my journey to Leven Academy.

“She’s not coming. Get them, and anyone else in the halls, to their classroom and lock the door NOW.” As those words passed through Mrs. Tyndall’s lips, I felt myself panic. This wasn’t your usual “I forgot I had homework last night” panic, but the panic that makes you feel as if a gaping hole just opened up underneath your feet and you’re about to plummet into the unknown. At that moment, while I felt myself slipping from the edge, I looked around to see twenty-four pairs of eyes staring back at me. Looking into those eyes immediately closed the hole and shook me back to reality.

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.

Alice put her hand between our faces, and I took a step back. "Yeah, let 's try our best and make sure they don 't know who your horrible boyfriend is, kay?"

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside

I hesitantly walked through the uninviting doors of the large building. Everyone says school is supposed to be a safe place, but that statement could not be farther from the truth. School is just another part of my daily routine; just an item to check off of my to-do list. My high school is so full of people, but it couldn’t be a lonelier place. I scurried out of the dimly lit classroom and into the cafeteria; where I sit by myself every single day. As I sat there doing my algebra homework, I began to let my thoughts wander. I don’t really have friends, but I do have people who sit back and judge me. They wouldn’t look at me the way they did if they knew what was really going on in my life. I wasn’t going to tell them; however, I don’t think would really care anyways. The sharp ring of the bell pinging around in my head snapped me out of my train of thought and urged me to move on to my next