Middle School-Personal Narrative

Every once in awhile I look back on the first day I met Ryan. It was the day I entered Middle School. At the end of that first school day, I emptied my locker and realized I was carrying an armload of textbooks. This was the usual procedure for the start of any school year. Anyway, I started the walk home and noticed Ryan carrying even more books than I was. It looked like they would slip out of his arms any second. Well, my prediction did materialize because just then a bunch of kids shoved him and caused his books to fly out of his arms. He tripped and fell into the dirt. His books landed in the grass and settled in a scattered pile right in front of me. I bent down and picked them up. As I handed them to him I said, “Don’t let it bother you, they’re idiots.” I could see that he was terribly upset, it didn’t seem to be because of the “idiots.”
Ryan looked at me and said, “Thanks!” There was a big appreciative smile on his face and I started a conversation with him. It turned out that he didn’t live far from me. I was surprised that I never had seen him before. He used to go to private school and never socialized with any of the kids in the neighborhood.

He was happy to accept. We hung out most of that weekend and I got to know him pretty well. On Monday morning, I noticed Ryan was carrying his stack of books back to school. I said, “Wow, you’re getting a workout!” He just chuckled. Over the next three years of middle school, Ryan and I became great friends. When we were in eighth grade I decided to apply to Allied Health but Ryan didn’t want to apply to UCVTS. When I found out that I got accepted, I was happy, yet still sad that I wouldn’t have one of my best friends