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Personal Narrative: Go To Senor Frogs

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It was a late, around nine o’clock, on Saturday April 20, 2013 when a few of us from Bear River High School decided to go to Senor Frogs to celebrate Olivia’s birthday. Olivia and I use to be best friends back in elementary school that is until we transferred to high school and she destroyed my reputation over jealousy. I didn’t care much for celebrating her birthday, however, I had been in love with her boyfriend Tyler ever since I laid eyes on him freshman year. Nonetheless, Olivia made sure he never knew who I was. I went to every school event, every pep rally, and every party just so that he would notice me, but in the end I always went home unnoticed. Not this time though, I had one more shot before high school ended to get his attention

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