Personal Narrative My Best Friend - 977 Words

â€Å"We do the same thing every day, let’s do something different for once.† my best friend Meldisa said. I thought to myself, â€Å"What could we possibly do? We’re only ten years old.† Ever since we were two years old we would spend time together literally every day, and we always had something to do except this one day. We sat outside in our usual spot. It was this area in our neighborhood that was surrounded by three trees, three huge rocks, and a white fence. We sat there on the freshly cut green grass. The sun was beating down on us it was blazing that summer afternoon. We felt as if our skin was on fire. Sweat poured down our forehead and back. Even the breeze was warm. None of that kept us from spending our day outside. Meldisa and I†¦show more content†¦I brought that to her attention, but if seemed as if she didn’t care. She was the type of person that didn’t care about anything else except having a good time. Meldisa was indecisive about what she wanted to do. It wasn’t all that serious but she made it seem like it was a life or death decision. We finally came to an agreement; we were going to knock on our neighbor’s window and run away. The reason we were so focused on doing something to the window was because we had access to it and no one would see it â€Å"Okay so this is the plan, I’ll make sure no one’s around and you go knock on the window then we’ll jump into the bushes.† Meldisa wanted me to knock on the window. So that’s exactly what I did. I was too young and clueless to argue with her and make her do the knocking part. Our neighbor peeped out her window and started to look around. The two of us laughed uncontrollably to the point that tears were running down our cheeks. â€Å"This is actually fun let’s keep doing it!† I said. This went on for days and days. It never occurred to me we were most likely bothering the lady whose window we were knocking on. But we never got caught; which was the best part! I was worried for no reason. One afternoon Meldisa and I met up at our usual spot, and she asked if I wanted to prank our neighbor. I hesitated to answer. I had this bad feeling so I responded with â€Å"I don’t know I’m not feeling it today.† But of course sheShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1210 Words   |  5 PagesSunday, my friends and I were eating a meal of thick stew and crusty bread and drinking a pitcher of hot, spiced, and very watered-down wine. We’d chosen my room because it was the biggest and therefore had the most space for practicing weaponry, our afternoon plan. My friends ate and made small talk. We saw each other most days so sometimes it seemed like we ran out of real things to talk about. I was somewhat lost in my thoughts, about us and about our futures. Koilin was my best friend. He wasRead MorePersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1052 Words   |  5 PagesI Threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were Andrew Garfield who would become my best friend. 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