Personal Narrative: How Gibberson Changed My Life

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I woke up to the sound of my best friend's voice, ¨Kyle you need to get up class has started.¨ Mr.Gibberson my science teacher gave me a disapproving look. I understood why, but I just couldn’t help it; I always fell asleep in class. As class started my teacher started explaining that he was going to announce the winner to the trip to Costa Rica tomorrow.
I whispered to Ryder. ¨Want to hang out after school?¨ He whispered back ,¨Sure.¨ He smiled at me. I looked back at the teacher and pretended to pay attention. Ryder is my best friend, so naturally I tell him everything. Everyday after school, we walk down the hallway together sharing the high and low points of our days. I told Ryder about how Mr. Gibberson was announcing the winner for who won the trip for three to the beaches in Costa Rica. Ryder didn’t have an expression on his face, well he never did, not in the past year at least. But as happily as he could manage he said,¨I hope you or I win because then we can both go.¨ We walked out of the school, I felt better because people always looked at me as I went down the hallway talking to Ryder. They looked at me like I was crazy. I wondered why, but it slipped my …show more content…

We were inseparable, and had been friends since birth. We had always told each other everything. As the years went on we got more and more attached to each other. Until he had died in a car accident a year ago. His last word to me were ¨Kyle you need to get up class has started.¨ He wasn’t there with me and he never would be there again. I then knew why people always looked at me like I was crazy I was talking to myself just pretending Ryder was there when he really wasn’t. It was my way of coping. I wanted that picture so bad though. It would be my reminder that he was always there even when physically he wasn’t. I used my own hands. In the end I was a loner with a dead best friend and a seemingly sweet photo of me holding another person’s

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