Personal Narrative: My Freshman Year Of High School

Freshman year of high school was an exciting and nerve wrecking time. The first week of school I stuck close to my friend from middle school. We had hung out over the summer nonstop and were extremely close. That first week we did not see each other much during the school day. All our classes seemed to be different except our lunch periods. This friend was someone I trusted and let influence me, for better or worse. It was not until a couple months into the school year that I realized how my friend was changing me into someone I did not like. The friend decided to try out partying, since she was now in high school and felt the need to be associated with the typical high school stereotype. From going to parties she began to make new friends, discover drinking, and become boy obsessed. I even noticed that she started bullying other kids in our grade. At first I went along with her and did not say anything. I would ignore her partying, ignore the drinking, pretend I was interested in a bunch of boys, and even listen to all the mean gossip, feeding in my own. At times she would try and get me to come to the
I decided I needed to make a change. My classes were filled with students who I never talked to, because we were stuck in certain groups in middle school. I branched out and began talking to new people and met a girl who seemed to have similar interests as me. Every class we would talk and we decided to walk to our lockers together in the morning. This would be a change, because I always walked with my other friend to our lockers. The next morning, I met up with my new friend, Jen. Jen and I walked to our lockers together and I heard hushed talking behind us. The voice came from my old friend who was telling someone about me. She now turned the tables and gossiped about me and how I was mean for ignoring her. This shocked me and I knew then and there that I had to drop her as a