Personal Narrative : My First Best Friend

We have many people that we say are our friends and some we consider to be our as best friends. Those so called best friends are the ones we can count with our fingers, which then turns out to not be a lot. However, in my experience we can’t always expect good outcomes from either one of them. We are better off not trusting anyone but yourself, since your best friends are the ones that end up hurting you the most. However, I didn’t lose a friend, I just realized I never had one. In every friendship, we are risking the chance of being betrayed, we need to be careful how much trust we give.

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

But, as the saying goes, all good things was come to a very, horrible, end.

Keen was watching Shaylin standing high on the cliff overlooking the ocean, she was magnificent with the gentle breeze blowing her auburn hair back from her face. The starry night sky and the ocean waves made her look picturesque. He loved her so much, and now he was worried how she would feel if it turned out she really wasn’t his Mate. He couldn’t help but notice that Shaylin had a frown on her face. He walked over to her and placed his arm around her shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Shaylin glanced up at him. “I hope your mother is right, and after you met your Mate you still love me.” Keen pulled her into a hug and whispered. “In my heart you will always be my first Mate, don’t ever forget that. Even if it turns out that you’re not my Mate I will

Standing atop the ledge of the Golden Gate Bridge is so intimidating. I've stood in this spot countless times, however, I've always wussed out of actually doing the unthinkable. With no one to help this uninteresting high schooler out, this girl doesn’t even have a single friend in this new place. Because all of my technology has been broken in someway, I've not had a chance to talk to my old friends, but it's not like I had numerous friends in my old place. Nevertheless, the one friend I thought I had was Corrine, but she moved on and found other friends after I moved away. So much for best friends forever.

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.

My grandmother, Esther Turner, has impacted my life in more ways than just simply being there for me, as a grandmother. She’s much more than that, in my eyes. Being the eldest of three, I’ve always taken on more responsibility as the older sister. It was my job to show my little brother and sister which paths were safe to take in this wild, confusing maze called life. At times, I felt like a mother myself, and at a young age, I found myself slightly intimidated by all the responsibilities that were laid on my shoulders. The main person I could talk to freely and openly, without judgment, was my grandmother. We have always been able to speak to each other about any and everything, nothing was off limits. That’s what I think brought us so close, the fact that she accepted me entirely for the person I presented to her.

“This is so cool!” Charlotte squealed turning the wheel with the gentle curves of the highway. We were going on the first drive we had gone on after she got her license four days ago. We were going on a trip to the nearest water park near our home town. Even though we were going to the nearest park it was still a hour long drive on the one highway anywhere near us that was used mainly for the Semi Trucks to carry the produce Willowsgrove, Nebraska, our home town, is best for.

It’s been ten years since the tragedy and if someone were to ask me about that day, I still get shaken up about it. By “that day” I mean the day I ran home to find my yellow lab, Jesse, lying helpless in the middle of the road. The image of her lifeless body laying there remains to haunt me from time to time and it’s a nightmare that i can’t seem to shake.

My great-grandmother was the cell phone to my bomb; she was my connection to the world. With me yearning for knowledge like a hungry baby, she fed me all the knowledge that no one really wants a child to know. She was an elegant lotus but had an attitude of a Venus fly trap. My grandmother was a brilliant and divine creature. She opened her home and heart to everyone, no matter what type of situation you were in and what you had done in your past, none of that ever mattered to her. She treated everyone as an equal; you could have had a penny or even had millions to your name she did not care, you were still treated with the same respect. I honor her humbleness it is something that is rare to come across today. My great-grand mother was Mary Winston Jackson she was a successful African-American woman. To work for NASA in the early 1950’s where she faced the most challenges. Mary W. Jackson, the first African American female aeronautical engineer at NASA is a hero in

“A true friend is someone who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else.”- Len Wein. Ever since the day Tom got in trouble and had to sit by Becky Thatcher, they became best friends, and even claimed they loved each other. One day when Becky and Tom stopped getting along, Becky sought out to find what the other schoolchildren referred to as the teacher’s secret book. To her great delight, she found the book and began flipping through the many pages. However, while hastily flipping through, Becky tore one of the pages. Tom happened to waltz in at just the right moment and witness this fatal act. She fearfully put the book back in its place begging Tom not to tell, and anxiously awaited the moment the teacher would find it. Once he found his book, torn page and all, the teacher began questioning everyone in the school house if they had done it. In a state of pure petrification, Becky knew she could not lie to the teacher even if she tried, and so she awaited her punishment. Astonishingly, however, Tom noticed the fear, and tragedy in Becky’s eyes, and as the school master neared Becky to confront her, Tom rose up and declared that he tore the book, relieving Becky of her dreaded punishment. Everyone who reads this touching tale, wants Becky and Tom to get along, however, some believe Tom should have taken Becky’s punishment, while others believe he should not have. Despite contrary beliefs, Tom

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.

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.

When I step into the room, everyone turns to me and says hello. People call me one of the most popular girl in my high school, everyone wants to approach me. I hardly trust people, because I know people changes, so I act like a different me in front of people. Apparently, there are only two people that are my true friends that I could be myself. One is my boyfriend Alex and one is Tina my friend since I was a child. We are always together no matter where we go, I will tell Tina all my concerns and my feelings toward people. Unlike me, Tina is an introvert girl and not really good at expressing herself in front of people but somehow we are best friends. When I tell my feelings of people and even Alex

On weekends in the castle, one can get their meals from Friday supper through Sunday dinner basically anywhere as long as the palace cooks are told by Friday evening. So many people from the city and surrounding villages work in the castle or on the grounds during the week and go to their homes for the weekend so it usually leaves very few people around.