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Personal Narrative: My Best Friend

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I still remember the first time I saw him, we were both 14 years old, we were at the party of a friend and he was dancing with one of my best friends. His name is Santiago and I honestly did not like him. He was the on and off boyfriend of my friend Sofia even though we never talk, I just knew he was not enough for her. We all went to the same school since we were 5 years old, and it was strange, but I never get to be in the same classroom as he. Years went by, and of course, their relationship did not last very long, but still they remain as friends. The first time I ever talk to him was when we were in 7 grade and surprisingly for me he turns out to be a really nice person, even a gentleman. For some reason we did not keep in touch even though we were in the same group of friends. We get to see each other at parties, but our conversations did not pass from a simple hi. We were about to end the 7 grade and my friends decides that we should go to the club and spend some time in the pool all together but I never would imagine how the reunion would turn out. I was in the pool with the girls having fun and the boys came a little later and we spend all together a lot of time, well not we, them. Somehow Santiago and I started talking and we just could not stop, every one notice it and of course rumors stared. Next Monday there will be a socks party at the school, which everyone went just because we could lose some classes

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