Personal Narrative: Cajn Giraffes

The air was crisp; dew dripped off of the freshly mowed lawn. A slight breeze swung me softly side to side. There I was, on the ragged concrete steps, leaning morosely aside the brick pillar. It was a beautiful day, but the atmosphere surrounding me was miserable. Impatiently tapping my foot, I looked up and down the street to see if my friends were near. As I turned my head right, a single tear fell from my face making an imperfect circle between my dirt-coated Converse; I saw them just as they had seen me. I stood up and wiped my face while they sprinted towards me.
By this point, I had been living in Oregon for a year, but in that time, I had made many close friends. This was my goodbye. People I had spent cherished time with gathered together, and we decided to walk down to the shopping center half a mile away from my house.
After nearly being hit by several cars on the way there, we packed into the bar seating outside of our favorite restaurant: Cackalack’s. They had the best Cajun seasoned fries I have ever had with just the right amount of tang and spice. This was tradition. We …show more content…
Even though the group was close-knit, and practically its own family, Sidian was my dearest friend. The entirety of the note was her expressing how much she would miss me and how much we should stay in touch. These were all things I had heard from the rest of my friends, but she had formed a pact with me as well. The promise was that once we graduate high school, we would meet up in Cackalack’s and order a half-basket of Cajun fries to share, just as we had before. Neither of us have money, or any means of transportation, but this was hope. Hope that we could be reunited. Hope that we could prance around the tiny shopping center in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon, and be how we were, even if it’s for a few days, the nostalgia of it all pulsing through our