Personal Narrative My Best Friend - 821 Words

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 hm. 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†¦show more content†¦I parked my car on the side of the road and sat aimlessly in my car. I sent Hailey the â€Å"here† text and waited. She was in there. Morgan Tenaglio was actually in there. A girl of her status and beauty ha d never given me any sort of consideration. â€Å"I wont mess this up†, I told myself. Hailey presented herself at the front door and I got out of my car and walked towards her. We exchanged hellos and she asked me, â€Å"are you ready to see Morgan?†. I swallowed my breath and murmured â€Å"yes I am†. She escorted me to her basement door as I said hello to her mother. Hailey opened the door and step by step, started walking down. I followed close behind. As I walked down I heard the voices of Jake, Leila, and Stevie... But no Morgan. I turned and walked past the wall to my right. My eyes were closed and ready to see her. Everyone said Hi to me as I opened my eyes and gaged the room. Morgan was nowhere in sight. I was confused and discombobulated as leila shouted, â€Å"haha jokes on you. Morgan isn’t even here†. Following this, I heard a faint muffled voice come from under a stack of blankets in the corner of the couch that laid rest in Haileyâ⠂¬â„¢s basement. All the sudden the blankets started to move and out of nowhere, she popped up. I froze...Speechless....caught off guard. She was beautiful. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her angelic eyes, a greenish brown that could put a man to sleep. Her straight brunette hair looked as gorgeous and smooth as a photoshopped models out of aShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1210 Words   |  5 PagesSunday, 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 like we ran out of real things to talk about. 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I thought of all the good mom ents we dRead MorePersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1327 Words   |  6 Pagesabout 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 beganRead MorePersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1192 Words   |  5 PagesWe have been best friends since elementary school and gone through a lot together, but we backed each other when it meant the most. While I waited for my flight at Regan International, I called Elizabeth and invited her to my place for a late dinner. 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