Yarleth Zepeda
Ms. Lehmann
English 1-1A
27 February 2020
Stupid Friendship Stuff
The room was filled with an angry tension. We stared each other down. Both of us had clenched fists. In the moment, it seemed like this argument would never end. At this point, I had forgotten what we were arguing over, but it didn’t matter. Neither of us would admit we were wrong. Eventually, I got tired, stomped upstairs, and wandered angrily back to my house. I lived next door, so it didn’t take much to get back. I made my way to the livingroom and slumped down on the couch closest to me. I took a deep breath and then it hit me... I had just gotten into a fight with my best friend.
It was the summer of 2014; the day was perfect for playing outside. The sun was out, there was a steady, cool breeze, and the front yard sprinklers of the neighbor's house were going off. My best friend, Rylee, and I had just finished eating lunch together and were on our way to enjoy the outdoors. Rylee was always carrying around some sort of toy or stuffed animal. That day, she had decided to bring along two of her newest and most favorite toys; two Littlest Pet Shop bears. Her mom had gotten them for her the night before, and she just couldn't resist showing them off to whoever she came across.
Eventually, we found ourselves in her backyard. I looked around. There were fruit trees growing in the back part of the yard. To the right there were two narrow sheds, and in the center of the yard there was the coolest trampoline I had ever seen. It was at least 20 feet wide, and it was missing a safety net.
“Woaah...,” I gasped as I took everything in.
“It’s huge, huh?” Rylee said as she looked over at me.
“I’ve never had a trampoline before.”
“Bro, they’re so much fun.”
“Dude, you’re the best,” I replied as I ran up and jumped onto the trampoline. She followed behind me and landed knees first on the base of the trampoline. As we played around on the trampoline, time began to feel irrelevant. We hadn't noticed 3 hours had gone by. We were so tired, we decided to go to my house to get juice boxes. Once we were at my house, we got our juice boxes and went out front to sit out on the porch; There my friend took out her LPS bears so we could play with them. We played for what seemed like an eternity until the sun began to go down, and it was time for her to go back home.
The next morning, she came banging on my back door (the door closest to my room). I got up, excited to see her, but she didn’t share the same energy as me.
“Where are my bears?!” she yelled at my face. I backed up.
“Didn’t you take them back after we were done playing on the porch?” I replied in an anxious tone.
“Well, I don’t remember bringing them back, which means they’re still on your porch.”
“Right. Let’s go check if they’re still there,” I said as I lead her back to my porch. I opened my front door, and we both peered out onto the concrete porch... but there was nothing but a pot of wilting flowers.
“My bears are gone!” Rylee said through tears. I knew those were her favorite toys, so I figured the wind must have blown them into the bushes. We looked around, but there was nothing. This just further upset her, so she headed back home angrily.
A day had passed, and I decided to go visit her after school. I rang her door bell, and her mom let me in. I made my way down the stairs to her room; there she was, clearly upset. She had noticed me, and that’s when it began. She blamed me for her toys having gone missing, but it was obviously her fault, not mine. We argued for a while until I decided I’d had enough and made my way back home. I made my way to the living room and slumped down on the couch closest to me. I took a deep breath, and then it hit me... I had just gotten into a fight with my best friend.
A week had gone by, and I still hadn’t heard from her; my mom told me that there was a letter in the mail for me. I grabbed the note and began to read it. It was an apology letter from Rylee. It was written in colorful crayon colors, which made me less mad at her. After reading the letter, I ran to her house to go apologize myself. I ran down those same fuzzy stairs and embraced my dearest friend in a hug. The hug lasted a while as we both wept for being so stupid. We made up, and everything went back to normal. I had finally gotten my best friend back.
Personal Narrative Reflection
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper.
First, I sketched out a general idea. Secondly, I typed out a rough draft and lastly I revised and corrected my final draft.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative?
This story qualifies as a narrative because, I am telling a story about my childhood. I am not informing or educating, rather I am entertaining.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well?
I think that the beginning came out really well, I liked how I foreshadowed into the story.
Ms. Lehmann
English 1-1A
27 February 2020
Stupid Friendship Stuff
The room was filled with an angry tension. We stared each other down. Both of us had clenched fists. In the moment, it seemed like this argument would never end. At this point, I had forgotten what we were arguing over, but it didn’t matter. Neither of us would admit we were wrong. Eventually, I got tired, stomped upstairs, and wandered angrily back to my house. I lived next door, so it didn’t take much to get back. I made my way to the livingroom and slumped down on the couch closest to me. I took a deep breath and then it hit me... I had just gotten into a fight with my best friend.
It was the summer of 2014; the day was perfect for playing outside. The sun was out, there was a steady, cool breeze, and the front yard sprinklers of the neighbor's house were going off. My best friend, Rylee, and I had just finished eating lunch together and were on our way to enjoy the outdoors. Rylee was always carrying around some sort of toy or stuffed animal. That day, she had decided to bring along two of her newest and most favorite toys; two Littlest Pet Shop bears. Her mom had gotten them for her the night before, and she just couldn't resist showing them off to whoever she came across.
Eventually, we found ourselves in her backyard. I looked around. There were fruit trees growing in the back part of the yard. To the right there were two narrow sheds, and in the center of the yard there was the coolest trampoline I had ever seen. It was at least 20 feet wide, and it was missing a safety net.
“Woaah...,” I gasped as I took everything in.
“It’s huge, huh?” Rylee said as she looked over at me.
“I’ve never had a trampoline before.”
“Bro, they’re so much fun.”
“Dude, you’re the best,” I replied as I ran up and jumped onto the trampoline. She followed behind me and landed knees first on the base of the trampoline. As we played around on the trampoline, time began to feel irrelevant. We hadn't noticed 3 hours had gone by. We were so tired, we decided to go to my house to get juice boxes. Once we were at my house, we got our juice boxes and went out front to sit out on the porch; There my friend took out her LPS bears so we could play with them. We played for what seemed like an eternity until the sun began to go down, and it was time for her to go back home.
The next morning, she came banging on my back door (the door closest to my room). I got up, excited to see her, but she didn’t share the same energy as me.
“Where are my bears?!” she yelled at my face. I backed up.
“Didn’t you take them back after we were done playing on the porch?” I replied in an anxious tone.
“Well, I don’t remember bringing them back, which means they’re still on your porch.”
“Right. Let’s go check if they’re still there,” I said as I lead her back to my porch. I opened my front door, and we both peered out onto the concrete porch... but there was nothing but a pot of wilting flowers.
“My bears are gone!” Rylee said through tears. I knew those were her favorite toys, so I figured the wind must have blown them into the bushes. We looked around, but there was nothing. This just further upset her, so she headed back home angrily.
A day had passed, and I decided to go visit her after school. I rang her door bell, and her mom let me in. I made my way down the stairs to her room; there she was, clearly upset. She had noticed me, and that’s when it began. She blamed me for her toys having gone missing, but it was obviously her fault, not mine. We argued for a while until I decided I’d had enough and made my way back home. I made my way to the living room and slumped down on the couch closest to me. I took a deep breath, and then it hit me... I had just gotten into a fight with my best friend.
A week had gone by, and I still hadn’t heard from her; my mom told me that there was a letter in the mail for me. I grabbed the note and began to read it. It was an apology letter from Rylee. It was written in colorful crayon colors, which made me less mad at her. After reading the letter, I ran to her house to go apologize myself. I ran down those same fuzzy stairs and embraced my dearest friend in a hug. The hug lasted a while as we both wept for being so stupid. We made up, and everything went back to normal. I had finally gotten my best friend back.
Personal Narrative Reflection
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper.
First, I sketched out a general idea. Secondly, I typed out a rough draft and lastly I revised and corrected my final draft.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative?
This story qualifies as a narrative because, I am telling a story about my childhood. I am not informing or educating, rather I am entertaining.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well?
I think that the beginning came out really well, I liked how I foreshadowed into the story.