Personal Narrative My Best Friend - 1713 Words

Rachel is my best friend. We have been friends since the third grade, and she knows me the best. We’re like two peas in a pod. (simile) She told me earlier today that she had a huge surprise for me. I was excited. She just texted me telling me she was on her way over. I have no idea what she could be getting me. My birthday was coming up so I assumed it was an early birthday present. I saw her car pull up in the driveway. Rachel gets out of her car. She begins to walk up to the door and with each of their steps, I get more and more anxious. My mom comes downstairs with a suitcase. â€Å"Where are you going mom?† I asked. â€Å"I’m not going anywhere,† she replies. Just then Rachel knocks on the door. Three big knocks like claps of thunder. I run†¦show more content†¦I grab my suitcase, and head out the door with Rachel. I get into Rachel’s car, and we head off to the airport. On the way Rachel tells me that it s a three hour flight. Jeez. I think I forgot to mention how I’m scared of flying. It something about the height I think. But three hours of suffering leads to two days of happiness. We arrive at the airport. I forgot how loud it is. We get our tickets and get out our passports and wait in the line for security. This line is moving slower than molasses in January. We finally get to the front of the line. We sit down on the plane. I text my mom and say we re about to take off. I start to sweat after I send the text. Every possible situation that could happen runs through my mind. My pulse is a car race. (metaphor) Faster and faster. Rachel looks at me and knows exactly what I m thinking. â€Å"Lily,† she says, â€Å"Everything will be okay. We will land safely. I promise.† â€Å"I’m just so worried,† I say. â€Å"I know. But I promise it will be okay,† Rachel says. We take off. Wow this three hour flight will be amazing! (verbal irony) I fall asleep. Three hours later I wake up, and we ve landed. Wow that went by fast. After we check into the hotel, it downpours. Even through the window the beach looks perfect. Although it s so dark, I can see the white sands, and choppy blue waters. The palm trees are blowing with the forceful winds. I m sad because I was really excited to go surf today. But we still haveShow MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My Best Friend1210 Words   |  5 PagesSunday, my friends and I were eating a meal of thick stew and crusty bread and drinking a pitcher of hot, spiced, and very watered-down wine. We’d chosen my room because it was the biggest and therefore had the most space for practicing weaponry, our afternoon plan. My friends ate and made small talk. We saw each other most days so sometimes it seemed like we ran out of real things to talk about. I was somewhat lost in my thoughts, about us and about our futures. Koilin was my best friend. 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