Personal Narrative: The Devil Was Once An Angel

The Devil Was Once An Angel It was my first day of high school when I met Perla. My sister, my mom, my dad, and I had just moved from the cold city of São Paulo to Salvador, Bahia, located in the northwest coast of Brazil. Perla was the pretty, light skinned, mysterious girl with long dark hair, who sat in front of me. Throughout my freshman year, we became best friends. We shared clothes, secrets, aspirations, memories, and dreams. We spent way too much time together. Monday through Friday, she would stay over at my little apartment, and sleep in the small purple room that I shared with my sister. On the weekends, we would hang out at her three-floor house inside a condo named Albatroz, and have all kinds of fun. It was almost as if I lived with my best friend. During the summer of 2014, we went on a one month trip to Disney World in Florida, and to New York City together. It was the best trip of my life, and it was even better because she was there. I loved her and we would always have a great time together. …show more content…
I knew I had to go back because I fell in love with that country. I discussed with my family about studying abroad, and they surprisingly supported me in that decision. A few months later, we arranged everything for my one year exchange program, that started after my fifteenth birthday, in the fall of 2015. I was going to be hosted by a family-of-five in a small town with a population of twelve hundred, named St. John, in Kansas. Throughout the stages of my life I’ve been through several changes. I lived in three different states, and attended seven different schools. I thought I was ready for the upcoming chapter, but I was worried about what would happen to my friendship with