Narrative Essays - A Friend in Life
Narrative Essays - A Friend in Life
Narrative Essays - A Friend in Life
Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out
who you were? Someone who showed you the right path? Someone
who would be there for you even if you did not take that path? Someone
who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you
were not? Someone whom without, your life would most likely be
entirely different? Friendship is definitely one of the most indispensable
experiences of life. For me, I have that special someone and her name
was Jenny.
Jenny was a few years older than I. She was in Form Four and I
was Form One when we met. She was tall for her age and practically
towered over me. She always kept her long, black hair pulled back into a
pony tail because she was a bit of a tomboy and like to be athletic.
However, when she let it down, it waved in the gentle breeze and there
was no more doubt that she was a girl. Her facial features were very
soft. She also had the deepest brown eyes that sparkled brightly. When
she flashed her pearly white teeth, she would light up an entire room.
Wherever she was, there would be laughter, smiles and happiness
spreading out like some sort of delightful virus.
She would listen patiently to you. She would be your friend, even
if she had just met you. I could not remember a time when she had
something unpleasant to say about someone. That was one of the many
valuable lessons I learned from her and it had become a part of my life.
Jenny was truly an amazing friend. She was a true friend. I could
always depend on her, being there for me with the right words of advice,
even if I did not want to hear what she was saying. She knew how
perilous the journey of adolescence could be. She informed and guided
me in my choices. Yet, she never forced anything on me. My mistakes
were for me to make. Nonetheless, she would be right there to steer me
back once I realised what I had done. I know for a fact that my life and
my attitudes toward life would be different if I had not known Jenny.
There were so many times in my life when I would have been completely
lost without her kind words and comforting voice to soothe and
shepherd me.
Ismail and I were the best of friends who lived in the same
neighbourhood fou umpteen years. In school, we had always joined the
same sport that is cross-country. The two of us never failed to jog every
morning in the park. We especially liked jogging along the path of the big
river.