Personal Narrative : My Favorite Friend Of Eight Years

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

Dalton took the bat and sat down on his uncomfortable, worn out, brown leather couch. He stared blankly at the black television screen waiting, he was waiting for the unknown, he was waiting for the being that was on the other side of the wall. Thoughts floated through his mind all night. “When is he going to come?” “Why didn’t he come yet?” “What happened to Linda?”. When morning finally came he tried to call sick to work but it didn’t ring once and decided to take a look at Linda’s house and when he was leaving his house he noticed something weird. He wasn’t in his apartment building any more.His apartment looked like it had been taken out of the building and put into the field behind where his apartment used to be. Out of nowhere he heard strange noises he looked around and saw nothing, until out of the corner of his eye he saw something, something that didn’t belong and it saw him. He started to run. He saw a patch of trees, he ran towards it. He ran through the trees for an hour, he started hearing cars in the distance so he knew he was close to

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

It was early in the evening. James was at his best friend Alex’s house packing his things to go home while Alex was downstairs, getting a glass of water. Other than the running of a faucet and occasionally shuffle of feet, it was silent. Silent, until the backyard door suddenly banged shut and glass shattered. James, a curious and daring boy of 17, rushed down and into the kitchen, only to find Alex gone, his glass of water broken on the floor.

Bellowing out the oversized rough looking man showed his gun at Abram, ‘Get the hell out of my sight you piece of shit!’ Stepping backward Abram nodded, although overwhelmed silently pledging a new chapter in life, and began the journey home. Flowing gust of wind blew endlessly, dressing the scene with dark moving clouds, within each ruffling leaf his heart sang. The idea of danger bypassed his soul entering into the darkest area, on the edge of the once crowed park. Previously empty streets are lined with vehicles of all sorts, tall aging street lambs offer no help, most are in need of repair while a few stay dimly illuminated. Reading the signs along the way, “No Parking” increasing his pace realizing this is not a good position to be in. There are no apartments close by, the park is too dark, he could not see anyone, or for that matter hear any noise whatsoever. Little did Abram know, there are people, many dangerous people watching his every step! Two middle aged men keep their stranger under observation from a building a distance away. Communicating to another set of men sitting in a van with tinted windows along the parkway. Passing a large truck Abram had no idea the graffiti truck held many more people with high

The night had fallen by the time she remembered that she neglected to bring in her statistics textbook from the previous day. Exiting the pale yellow house with a brick porch, walking on the dead front lawn to the white Subaru Legacy handed down to her from her deceased parents, she noticed a black SUV park a few houses down the street. By the time she was unlocking the car, a man departed the SUV without turning the headlights off, as if he planned on getting back in at a startling speed after collecting something. He was dressed head to toe in black, but, she lacked the ability to make out any facial features while he stood quietly and sternly, feeling as if he was watching her every move.

We all decided to head to the safety of Haley’s house. We had to cover a few blocks, which required passing the site of our prank. All of a sudden the garage door began to open, and to our disbelief, his silhouette was standing there and appeared to be clutching a gun. We began to panic. Everyone started darting in different directions. Haley and I had only moments to decide what we should do. In haste, we ran towards the woods. We saw him begin to pace up and down the street, searching for us pranksters. It felt like my heart was pumping out of my chest. What could we do? How would we get to safety? My mind started to race. After what seemed like hours, we decided to try to make our way home through the woods. Finally, we spotted Haley’s porch lights beaming through the trees. To say I was relieved was an

This would be our last winter break, and last trip together, before we both went in separate directions. I was staying in-state for college and she was spending her gap year abroad. Before this year, the two us had been inseparable since the second grade. For sixteen years, she had been my partner in crime, and now we would be worlds apart. I'd been trying to avoid the subject and refused to talk about it, but I knew it would come up at some point. We had so much we needed to cram in to our friendship within the next few months, and this trip was a huge part of it.

There was a leafy weeping willow tree between C.E. Mason’s car and his house. Roger drove up behind the car, using the tree to partially hide his car. This was an upscale neighborhood with a homeowner’s association and neighborhood watch. But even absent that, there was always the busybody neighbor peeking through the window to see what was going on. Roger was worried about neither: his rapidly returning strength and cognition had those concerns covered.

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

My eyes opened meeting the cold front. Breathing erratic, I slid off the bed, hands grappling for the keys. Legs tapping, minutes were hours before the knock. She’s here. Thundering footsteps ahead, I didn’t bother to mask the creaking door. There under the beam of static crimson lights was Cecil, her hair matted wet, lips pale and shivering. She hugged her chest, her breathing far faster than mine. “I got the car! Just like you wanted,” she breathes out. She takes a moment to catch her running breath. “I got… I got the car.”

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

“Dude, what are you doing?” Zach yelped, scurrying after his friend, tripping on branches. Earlier that evening, Carson, Zach, and a few other of their friends were hanging out at the annual Halloween bonfire. They were heading home when one of the boys decided they should take a shortcut, taking an alleyway behind the grocery store that cuts to a bumpy run down street littered with trash and cracks. Coincidentally, this winding road cuts a corner through the forest, emerging on the other side of town. Wandering along the pothole laden street, the wind starts howling, and the group hears a strange noise from amongst the trees, snapping branches and crunching leaves. Stopping, the boys peer in every direction, but notice nothing except the trees in the pale moonlight.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

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