Personal Narrative My Best Friend - 1328 Words

â€Å"Okay sissy, don t cry,† she pleaded. I knew the day was coming up, but I tried not to think about 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 began middle school, up until she had graduated high school. From watching movies until our eyes were not susceptible to keep open, laughing convulsively†¦show more content†¦My grandparents had come to stay with me while my parents were going to take my sister, her pet rabbit, and all her belongings down to Norfolk, Virginia. That is where Nick’s base was located and was going to be living during his enlistment. I was just a few hours shy of saying goodbye to what seemed like forever. We were taking pictures of our last memories together. I went upstairs to change into a pair of jean shorts and a clean shirt. I could smell her perfume lingering upstairs as I heard my name, I sprinted down the stairs, then she said the words†¦ â€Å"I have to go. †My eyes felt as if they were sunken into my head and stomach was in a knot. â€Å"Okay sissy, don’t cry,† she pleaded. I choked them down. She quickly said her goodbyes to her childhood pets. All she could think was that this could be the last time she’d see them. Our dog Tootsie had been already thirteen years old by that time. Tears cascaded down her cheeks. And as she turned towards me, I burst into tears. I had lost all of my composure. She said she loved me and that we could talk on the phone every day to keep in touch. On my birthday, I knew I could come visit, but that was so far away. A whole seven months. As I sauntered into the house, my grandma tried to get my attention, but I was not attentive at all. Besides, I wanted to be alone. I went into the three-season porch and sat in my dad’s black, leather office chair. As IShow 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. I was somewhat lost in my thoughts, about us and about our futures. Koilin was my best friend. 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