My First-Sophomore Year-Personal Narrative

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The summer before sophomore year was a very difficult time in my life. It was the first time that I experienced loss and how deeply it affects people. It was the first time that I realized that friends were not always there for you and that sometimes it is best to not have any friends, then friends that treat you poorly. The start of my troubles was the last day of school before summer vacation, my friends had not been talking to me, or listening to my concerns of being ignored. So I decided that I did not need friends, that I would rather be friendless than with people that did not treat me as a friend but rather an annoyance. At first this felt good I had finally rid myself of the people making me unhappy, but as the summer wore on I only felt isolated. I spent most of the summer riding my bike to the store, or the library just to get out of the house. I was determined to make the most of all of the alone time, and that worked for a bit. I kept myself so occupied with exploring my neighborhood and the surrounding areas. I learned everything there was to know about the history of the town. I knew that the bookstore was used as a hospital in the Civil War and was said to be haunted by a mean ghost. I knew that the art gallery was once the house of a women who hung herself …show more content…

So less than 24 hours after Popi’s death my mom and I, drove the five hours to Indiana to help collect his things and plan what we would do for the funeral. We had made the drive to Indiana over 200 times in the last five years, but this time it felt different. At the time I wasn’t quite sure why. I now know it's because the other 199 times we had made the drive we were always driving to something happy, a birthday, a wedding, to see family, but this times when we got to where we were going I would know undoubtedly that Popi was

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