Growing Up In High School-Personal Narrative

Growing up, I always had an extremely difficult time finding friends. Of course, if you look over the awkwardness and the ginormous gap in between my teeth, I was the perfect friend. I did not start connecting with kids my age until middle school. It was there where good ol’ puberty actually hit me like a dump truck. It was also there where I meet one of the best friends I have ever had. Her name was Karin and we both complimented each other’s quirkiness and I guess that is how we connected. We grew progressively closer as we went through middle school and eventually high school. High school is the glorified palace for kids who want to actually believe they are adults. I remember we were so eager. We were, obviously, the definition of a high school freshman. We were the ones rushing to class, scared the bell would ring faster than our little legs could move. We were the ones who thought we were so popular when an upperclassman talked to us, especially a boy. We were the ones excited to experience what it is like to go on a date where the guy drove us in his rundown car. It was new wandering around this place trying to find your classroom before school started. I remember the days we thought we were on top of the world when in reality we were in the …show more content…
No matter all of the hatred I had for her, it went away as soon as she said that. Even though she showed me how real friends treat other real friends, I still forgave her. I forgave because I knew she was not a bad person. I did not judge her and categorize her based on her anger or how she felt she had to act. I forgave her simply because I knew she was still a good person and she was still my friend deep down. All in all, she shown me that a real friend will never talk bad about you behind, no matter angry she gets. A real friend will never try to purposely bring you down. A good person will be there to do nothing but raise you higher and better