Personal Narrative Essay: The Best Friends For Never

Best Friends for Never
A best friend is someone who is supportive and that you can depend on. Not someone who tears you down to make themselves feel better. In the winter of my Junior year I learned that the hard way, because friends have fights and they move on, but this was one that I was not going to be able to let go.
When it started I heard people say, “You guys are friends it will not last that long.” It was sad to say, they were wrong. Even before we knew it, this fight was preparing itself to come about. It all started when I felt left out of things that my friends were participating in. It started small with conversations, then it grew to not being invited to hang out with the group as much because I was “annoying.”. So I decided

When we were together if she was having a bad day, she would find opportunities to put me down to help her feel better. Whenever we were shopping and we tried on clothes, I would tell her I like a certain outfit and she would say, “I do not think that looks good on you.” She would also say, “That’s not your style.” I would feel angry because I liked that outfit and I shouldn’t care what people thought. She was my friend her opinion should matter, but in those times it didn’t. She wouldn’t just put down my clothes she would also put down me in general. If we were hanging out, and she got an opportunity to go do some things I was not normally allowed to do, she would tell me I was dumb. Around the winter before we started fighting, there was a fresh pile of snow on the ground almost flat as a piece of paper. We were at her house, when she asked me if I wanted to go to davenport with her, and she would drive. I declined because my parents didn’t let me go to davenport unless an adult is driving. She said “we could just go.” I said, “No.” She said, “Why how are they going to find out.” I said, “What if something happens then they will never let me go again.” She said, “Whatever.” If she was not mad for those things she was always mad about something else. She would ask me to do small favors, and she would tell me that I did them wrong. When I was with her I was always the person doing everything