Personal Narrative: My Sophomore In High School

When I was fifteen, I was a sophomore in high school. I had the same friend group as I did when I was younger. Morgan and I had all the same class until my sophomore year when they decided to put us in different classes. The only time I saw my best friend was in the hallway during passing period or after school. At the time, I thought we’d eventually find other friends and not hang out anymore. I was scared to lose my closest friend so I told her about my fears, and she started coming over every single weekend. She became a part of my family, a person I could not live without. My sophomore year was full of meetings telling us that these years in high school matter, so keep your grades up. Your future depends on it. I didn't take it seriously

I only had one really hard class, calculus. I hated that class so much but I still passed with a 92. There're so many stories I could tell you from my senior year. Like one time, my friend was gone at an FFA event. So we tagged his truck. We covered every single window. When he got back, he was so mad but we all pretended we didn’t know what he was talking about. We did it every time he left for FFA. Unfortunately, one time he got back early and caught us. We all just laughed it off. And he just complained about how he knew it was us. Another time, all my friends and I wanted to take a college day. Which we were just going to tour McMurry. There were 10 of us that signed up to go. We called McMurry and they were perfectly fine with us going. Well, our principal thought otherwise and told us we could all go on the same day. Which made all my friends mad, so they called the superintendent and he said that we could go. My principal was so mad. We went to the tour and afterward instead of going back to the school, we went to our favorite spot, the lake. It was our plan all along, to just say we went to the tour, but really go to the lake. But since our principal was on to us, we went to the tour got the paperwork that proved we went and then we went to the lake. We stayed there the whole day and my legs got super sunburnt. But it was worth it. When it got dark we finally left and went home. I always carpooled with my friends but they never made me give them gas money so I was always grateful for that. I had a graduating class of 21. We were sometimes very loving like a huge family. We always stuck up for each other. But like most families we got into arguments. We were all kinda sad when the day came for us to take our senior portraits. I think it finally hit us, that we were really graduating soon and it was time to say goodbye to all the fun things we would do, like hanging out by the lake. We weren’t ready