Personal Narrative Are Best Friends - 805 Words

Were Best Friends When I step into the room, everyone turns to me and says hello. People call me one of the most popular girl in my high school, everyone wants to approach me. I hardly trust people, because I know people changes, so I act like a different me in front of people. Apparently, there are only two people that are my true friends that I could be myself. One is my boyfriend Alex and one is Tina my friend since I was a child. We are always together no matter where we go, I will tell Tina all my concerns and my feelings toward people. Unlike me, Tina is an introvert girl and not really good at expressing herself in front of people but somehow we are best friends. When I tell my feelings of people and even Alex†¦show more content†¦I didn’t even know the post existed, and I definitely did not write it. â€Å"What are you saying? Who told you I wrote it? How could you believe such a rumor? You know I won’t do such a thing!† â€Å"How could I believe it? I started it!† I was so shocked I almost collapsed. â€Å"What did I ever do to you to make you did such a horrible thing?† I muttered weakly. Tina’s smile changed to a pure anger. â€Å"How could I? You didn’t even know how I felt! Being next to you, all these years, while you were so popular. I feel so small! You have everything and I had nothing! But now things will change. It’s your turn to stand in my shadow!† I rushed into the bathroom stall with tears all over my face. I can’t believe this was happening. Tina and I were best friends, aren’t we? How could I misunderstand everything so badly? Everyone turned on me, just because of Tina’s rumor. I am desperate for support, I tried to call my boyfriend, Alex. He picked up the call immediately and sounded worried. â€Å"Are you ok?† he asked, I was so happy to hear his voice. â€Å"I’m not ok. I didn’t even know what was going on.† â€Å"I heard the rumor, but I didn’t believe it,† he said. â€Å"Tina tries to convince me you’d done it and that I should break up with you and be with her instead, but I refused. Where are you? I’ll come and get you.† â€Å"How could she do this to me? I’m so glad you believeShow 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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