At once I used to naïvely thought about how peaceful this world can be. I strongly believed that if I gave people enough chances, over time, they would change. Because I was immature, and believed in too much hope, I was betrayed by a friend that I have known for seven years.
Vivian is a cute Spanish girl I met in the comic book store in NYC, Vivian was born in to a poor family, and because both of her parents had to work, they often left her alone. Whenever she got lonely, I was one the friends to go with. I used to be friend with her because she was a poor child that needed help. Later on she told me that she looked up at me as her older sister, not only because I was five years older than her, but because she was willing to tell me about anything, including how she once stole some stationary from a mini Korean store. I told her not to do things like that anymore. I loved to give her a chance to understand what is good and what is bad. Many friends around me did not like Vivian, people often rejected her and did not want to hang out with her. But because she had never dishonored me, I decided to watch out for myself.
A few years ago Vivian did a childish thing. Instead of making an original costume, as the rule required, her ego made her buy a costume, in order to trick the judges, and had won an awarded. But people found out and bash her about it. I was angry at her for doing such a childish thing. I explained to her the entire process of being an honorable person, and warned her not to do such a thing again. That was the second chance I gave her. Inside of me I believed she would listen to me, even it might take a long time, I hope that one day she would understand and become a good person.
Eventually, I receive a call from her. She sounded happy, and asked me if I still had any school paper. “Yes” I reply. “What do you need my school paper for?” I asked her. The answer was quite shocking “My final is due in 30 minutes,” she giggled. She was not taking her school work seriously, and that moment I had my anger shot to the top level. I explained to her “you should not use me for this purpose.” But Vivian was not taking me seriously. Her reply was cruel, and she started judging me with an unhappy voice “I thought you were my best friend,” she said. I shook my head and hung up the phone without ending the phone call. I was very disappointed by the way she acted. I thought that seven years of hard work must enlighten her up at least a little bit, but I guess I was wrong. The phone started to ring again on my cold hand, but my anger did not allow me to answer it. It rang and rang and rang until the sound faded, I stood in front of the mirror in my room with my eyes full of tears, and I questioned myself. Would I ever give people a second chance again? I shook my head again, and called this the end. I regret to help her at the first place, I regret how much effort I had given to her, and I regret that I give her a second chance.
Thought:
This is my school paper for narrative essay. It's also my first written work that I had post on the internet. it's base on a true story. Vivian is a fake name but a real character.
Thank you for reading my work.
Vivian is a cute Spanish girl I met in the comic book store in NYC, Vivian was born in to a poor family, and because both of her parents had to work, they often left her alone. Whenever she got lonely, I was one the friends to go with. I used to be friend with her because she was a poor child that needed help. Later on she told me that she looked up at me as her older sister, not only because I was five years older than her, but because she was willing to tell me about anything, including how she once stole some stationary from a mini Korean store. I told her not to do things like that anymore. I loved to give her a chance to understand what is good and what is bad. Many friends around me did not like Vivian, people often rejected her and did not want to hang out with her. But because she had never dishonored me, I decided to watch out for myself.
A few years ago Vivian did a childish thing. Instead of making an original costume, as the rule required, her ego made her buy a costume, in order to trick the judges, and had won an awarded. But people found out and bash her about it. I was angry at her for doing such a childish thing. I explained to her the entire process of being an honorable person, and warned her not to do such a thing again. That was the second chance I gave her. Inside of me I believed she would listen to me, even it might take a long time, I hope that one day she would understand and become a good person.
Eventually, I receive a call from her. She sounded happy, and asked me if I still had any school paper. “Yes” I reply. “What do you need my school paper for?” I asked her. The answer was quite shocking “My final is due in 30 minutes,” she giggled. She was not taking her school work seriously, and that moment I had my anger shot to the top level. I explained to her “you should not use me for this purpose.” But Vivian was not taking me seriously. Her reply was cruel, and she started judging me with an unhappy voice “I thought you were my best friend,” she said. I shook my head and hung up the phone without ending the phone call. I was very disappointed by the way she acted. I thought that seven years of hard work must enlighten her up at least a little bit, but I guess I was wrong. The phone started to ring again on my cold hand, but my anger did not allow me to answer it. It rang and rang and rang until the sound faded, I stood in front of the mirror in my room with my eyes full of tears, and I questioned myself. Would I ever give people a second chance again? I shook my head again, and called this the end. I regret to help her at the first place, I regret how much effort I had given to her, and I regret that I give her a second chance.
Thought:
This is my school paper for narrative essay. It's also my first written work that I had post on the internet. it's base on a true story. Vivian is a fake name but a real character.
Thank you for reading my work.