Narrative Essay

Narrative Essay

Lately things haven’t been going to well for me. There have been a lot of problems in my life in this past month. See I have this friend who decided to stop talking to me for a reason I was not aware of. All I know is that we weren’t talking. It annoyed me to death. We had been friends for 5 years and then one day we weren’t.
I was invited to hang out with him on his 18th birthday. The funny part about it was that his brother had to invite me. I was use to it though. He never talked to me on the phone. I met him at the mall and I found out that he had invited some of his friends as well. His friends don’t really get along with me and I really don’t care for them. His attention was primarily on them and I was just sitting there. I came for his sake and that was the way he treated me. It made me mad. I was talking to his brother and cousin who weren’t interested in his friends so it helped to pass the time. They all wanted to go to the arcade to play some games. I hate the arcade and it seemed that he had forgotten that because at that point he looked at me and said so what are you gonna play. I just looked at him and replied “nothing.” So while everyone else played there games I sat and watched. After 30 minutes of sitting I had enough so I left.
I suppose it was wrong of me to leave without saying bye or anything like that but I was mad. I walked around the mall for awhile and I eventually saw someone I knew so I hung out with him for a while. About 30 minutes later I get a call from the birthday boy but I didn’t answer. It just seemed like he just noticed I wasn’t there because they were leaving or something. It didn’t seem to me that he actually cared where I went just that I wasn’t there. Afterwards I went to my friend’s house and told her what happened and of course she agreed with me.
The next day at school 4th period I went to government and birthday boy ending up being in my class so I said hey to him and he really didn’t respond. I shrugged it off and didn’t give it another thought, but the next day I heard from one of my friends that he was mad at me because of the birthday thing. I thought it was quite childish. I mean who would be willing to throw away 5 years of friendship for one missed birthday? I couldn’t believe it. I was so angry I decided to tell people I knew about what happened, to get their feedback on the situation, and they all agreed with me.
It went on for about a week. We didn’t say a word to each other and it was awkward, for me at least. I dreaded going to 4th period because I knew he would be there, and the worst part about it was that he never shut up. Anytime there was a chance to talk he would take the opportunity. So I had to sit there and listen to him talk to other people. At that point the sound of his voice irritated me. I just wanted to turn around and tell him to shut up or strangle him, but I didn’t do either of those things 1. because I didn’t want him to know that us not talking was bothering me and 2. I didn’t want to get carted off to jail.
It was Friday and I went to sleep over at my best friend’s house, Carter. I had been telling her about the situation all week and I couldn’t take it anymore. One of my friends always told me I should put up a myspace bulletin because I never do so I took the chance. I wrote and wrote about how much it bugged me and about how unfair it was that this was happening. It helped to get out my frustration. I just wanted everyone to know. I wrote the bulletin, posted it and went to sleep.
The next day I went on myspace and I saw that I had all of these messages. People agreed with me. One of my friends that I haven’t talked to in a while asked me if I needed him to take care of it. It made me feel a little better to know that all these people agreed. That would mean I was right. I went home and Saturday and smiled at the situation. I thought about and I decided that I shouldn’t care. He didn’t deserve my friendship if that’s what he did with it. I dint need this drama and I didn’t need him either.
That Thursday, I went to carter’s house again and I checked my myspace because she always makes me do so. I had a new message and I was form birthday boy. He complained about how it was my fault and it was rude of me to leave. So I wrote back and told him off. We wrote back and forth until he finally said he was sorry and he didn’t mean to hurt me and that he had been having a rough time and he took out his anger on me. I took the apology of course because I had missed his company.
I didn’t dread that class the next day and in fact I don’t dread it now. Everything between us is great. I mean I don’t think our relationship will ever be the same, but it’s better than not talking to him.