The sun gleamed vibrantly on August 5, 2008, but I did not sense the warmth as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was only six years old at the time and preparing to begin first grade in less than one month. As I crossed the threshold into the home of my best friend, I had a sensation everything would change. At such a young age, I was having to tell my best friend goodbye. Blake Basgall had leukemia and would not be around when I returned from vacation, according to my mom.
It was a dark and rainy December night when I was driving home after a long day of work. I was exhausted and all I could think about was my cozy pajamas and a hot cup of chamomile tea. When I arrived home, I received a message from my best friend Diana, asking me about my day and wanting to tell me all about hers. Diana and I are childhood best friends; our parents are long-time friends and therefore, Diana and I met when we were still in diapers. We have been best friends and sisters for twenty years.
My Best Friend It was raining the day Mark Turner died. On a dark, rainy summer night, he foolishly got in the passenger side of a 1998 midnight blue Eclipse. His 19 year old cousin Sam, was the driver, and Sam had a little too much to drink that night. At about three in the morning, they were leaving a party that one of Sam's friends threw. They were rushing home, because they already had missed curfew by two hours.
To our great disbelief the two front tires of the car were missing, and as later became clear, stolen during the night so at this moment the car was lying on the pavement, like a big wounded animal. I remember that my aunt said that this ought to be an omen of bad luck, warning not to go against your destiny and luck. After several hours repairing the car we, eventually, headed on, ready, for what turns to be the worst vacation in my entire life. However, our lack of luck was not over yet. On our way to the seaside we had a flat tire and after one more wasted hour searching for auto-service and proper repairment we were ready again.
A Day at the Norton Simon Museum It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour.
I am honestly really thankful for the time we did share together and, while unfortunate, it was an incredible learning experience that has helped me through my current, thriving relationship. If I could have done anything differently, I might have not waited so long to terminate. It was a stressful summer vacation for me and I think that at the first signs of him losing interest in the relationship, I should have known it was over then. I do not date without being able to see myself with someone for the rest of my life and at that point, I couldn’t see it with him anymore. I know now about the most damaging kind of conflict, the demand-withdraw kind and I can now avoid that in my current relationship.
Personal Narrative- Best Friend As I drifted down the hall, it seemed as if it were endless. I could not feel my feet strike the ground, nor could I hear the many voices gossiping around me. While all students at Hotchkiss High School were enjoying a normal break between 6th and 7th hour, I was experiencing some of the most surreal four minutes of my life. I was the only one who knew what had happened. There had been a horrific car accident earlier that morning.
I was all for it. I truly believed my dad deserved to be happy. We were the only ones who knew about it because they were trying to be sneaky, but I had got a hold of my dads phone one morning when the text came in. It was talking about how last night was great, that they enjoyed kissing each other, and how they still had a smile on their face. I couldn’t tell anyone because he didn’t know I knew and I knew the outcome wo... ... middle of paper ... ...that moment I realized she cared nothing about how many people she hurt.
The night ended very late, with enough liquor and beer in my stomach to get five people trashed. This is where the day after began. I woke up to my phones alarm going off at 8:30 a.m., all I remember was “I’d give you a ring and I promise you things I’d always thought we’d do” I was dreaming about something and my “Best of Intentions” ring tone was blaring in my ear. Good thing I woke up, because I don’t even remember setting my alarm. I must have done that when I was sober and thinking about the day ahead.
The first time I experienced a seizure I was 15 years old. It was supposed to be one of the most exciting days in a teenager’s young life, the day I got my learners license. My dad woke me up very early that morning so we would be one of the first people in line at the DMV. However when we finally got there after the half hour drive there was already a long line. I remember experiencing one of the worst headaches of my life while standing in the line that stretched well outside the building, but I just figured it was because of the lack of sleep from the night before and the growing nervousness I was having about taking my written test.