Narrative Essay About Being A Teenager

When I was younger, people always told me everything would change in high school. I was told that people would come and go and that I would eventually find out who my true friends are. They would say, “The fake ones will leave when situations get tough.” As a child, I was oblivious to the things were telling me. I was convinced that my life would always be just as painless as it was at the time and I would finish high school before I moved again. “Just wait and you’ll see,” they cautioned, “You will wish you were a kid again.” Being a teenager brings on many responsibilities and loads of stress, between school and home, and as the years pass, it is getting harder to find respectful people worthy of trust and friendship. This, I learned the …show more content…
She wouldn’t sit by me in any of the classes that we had together, and when I sat by her and attempted to talk to her, she would get up and sit elsewhere. I tried texting and calling her over Christmas break, but it turns out she had blocked my number. I thought, Okay, well, maybe I can get ahold of her on something else. I had tried sending her multiple snapchats and messages on twitter, but not a single one of them got to her. Not only did she block my number, but she had blocked me on everything I could possibly think to use to get in contact with her. If anyone was running away from our friendship, it was her. My friends were constantly telling me lies and rumors that she had been presenting to them about me, ones they knew to be …show more content…
One night we were at a football game and she suggested we go for a walk. I thought that she just needed to talk to me about something, so I agreed and we walked out to the parking lot. She led us straight to a group of older guys who were all smoking, and before I knew it, Madison had one of those white cancer sticks propped right between her lips. She even offered one to me! Looking for an excuse to leave without sounding like a prude, I told her my step-dad texted me saying I needed to meet him at the gates. I walked away and went to a nearby park with another friend until the game was over. The next day, Madison wouldn’t even talk to me, all because I refused to smoke with them! She had put me in countless positions similar to this one, but I was naive and I let her put me in those situations over and over