Personal Narrative: The Icebreaker Dance

On Friday, August 21, 2015, I was going to a football game with my best friends Rachel, Madi, and Lexi. After the game we planned to go to the icebreaker dance dressed as Napoleon Dynamite. Yeah, we were THOSE freshman. We later met up with some of our friends from Spring Bluff, Kylee, Ellie, Caitlin, Kamryn, and Grace. Kylee was sitting to my right and Rachel was directly to my left. Sitting behind me was Dylan Schatz, who at the time, I thought was a seventh grader named Drew. Despite his arguments against being a seventh grader, we compared heights (even though height has nothing with what grade you are in.) When he was taller than me, which wasn’t exactly hard to beat, I believed that he was actually a sophomore. We got to talking and it turns out he was actually kind of cool. He didn’t end up going to the icebreaker dance because his parents didn’t want to get out to pick him up that late, so he direct messaged me (DM, which his funny because DM is his first two initials) and we talked for about two weeks on instagram. Eventually we made plans to hang

We go to church together on Sundays, he was there when I rededicated my life to Christ, he helped me through the deaths of some family friends, Madison Bartle and Craig Schmidt. I have gastroparesis, which is a disease that affects my stomach muscles and prevents proper emptying. He took care of me and stayed with me when I was being hospitalized for a bowel obstruction. He also took helped me when I strained my MCL by carrying my backpack and books around school. When he broke my finger he made sure nobody made fun of me, mostly because he was the one who broke it (he stepped on it.) He thought it was hilarious, but I didn’t. We help each other with our homework and studying because I know he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t have someone to push him. He pushes me to be a better person too. I support him on his bad days and he’s there for