Personal Narrative Essay About My Best Friend

Everyone always asks me how my best friend and I became friends, so I tell them, “I gave him a rock and he wanted me to look up his nose.” It all started when I was about seven years old. I was homeschooled at the time and didn’t have any friends. There was a school fifteen minutes up the road, and I had asked my mom if I could try it out. My mom was very hesitant at the time because she was one of those helicopter parents who always wanted me close. “I don’t know if I want you to go to school,” she exclaimed. “But Mom, I don’t have any friends, and I am always around the house,” I said with frustration.

After some more arguing she finally said, “How about this. Let’s go up to the school and let you sit in the class and see what it’s

Buckalew’s desk to have her grade it. Tim was right behind me in the line.

“Hey, Connor?” he asked excitedly. I was hesitant to answer. “A few days ago, I fell and broke my nose. Do you want to see the stitches?” he asked. There was still one more person in front of me getting their test graded, so I figured I had time to look. I looked up his nose for a little bit, and I asked him some questions about the hospital. I was so intrigued that I didn’t even notice that it was my turn to get my test graded. I didn’t hear a word Ms. Buckalew said until she said, “Connor, since you were not paying attention, I am going to put a warning under your name.” That I did hear, and I wondered what I going to tell mom. I got in trouble the first day of school, but it was all worth it.

At the end of the day, I walked out of school on my way home. Tim caught up to me and apologized, “I am sorry I got you in trouble. Do you want to come over and hangout some time?” I was never the person who held a grudge on people, so I accepted.

As we got to know each other, I found out that we had a lot in common. Eight years later we are still friends. Yes, he still gets me in trouble, and vise a versa, but with a friend that good, who