Personal Narrative: Valley

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I’ve made quite a few friends at Valley over the course of these couple years that I’ve been here. I went from a group of friends at lunch, to another one. The first friends I had, were nice, but I couldn’t really relate to them as well as I wished. I got along with them really well, which was good, but as time went on I started to feel out of place. I eventually received an invite to sit at a table with some high schoolers that were actually my age. Right after the first or second day of siting with them I saw a huge difference. The way they made me feel welcome, always made me laugh and feel comfortable. This was what I realized I was missing out on. Each one of them are so different from each other, yet they all balanced each other out and got along perfectly. One person in particular I got along with really well was Abbey. I …show more content…

I’ve known him as long as I can remember. Just like Abbey, we used to be friends in kindergarten, and then we went our separate ways for some years. We eventually got back in touch when I joined Valley junior year. I remember he was so incredibly nice to me and was so welcoming of me. For a time, he was the only friend that I felt comfortable with in the first few months of school. One thing I was really surprised about him is that he felt really comfortable with me as well. One indication of this was that he opened up to me quite fast. I didn’t expect this because usually friends don’t open up to each other until they become really comfortable, which takes longer, but Daniel already felt that way with me and so did I with him. I really noticed true friendship with him. I could tell he really cared about every friend he had in his life. With me I felt special because he always talked to me and lifted me up and made me feel good about myself. These are the kinds of friends I love. I thank God that he has placed so many good friends in my life. Without them, I don’t think I’d be the person I am

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