There are so many memories that I can recall in eighth grade. There are so many friends that I have and that I’m proud of, but one of the memories that I can remember so clearly is meeting my friend Paola. We’re still friends by the way. I’ve met so many nice people that have become my friends, but Paola didn’t greet me with a smile. Even though the first time we met wasn’t the best, we’re really good friends along with our other friends.
The day started with the ring of the bell, the shuffling up the stairs, and the meeting of new people. Everyone walked into class with their really light backpacks and the faces of tired and bored people. It’s the first day of school…yay… I sat in my group of friends from the past year and waited for Spanish class to start.
The bell rang and Mr. Rios came out, “someone needs to sit next to her,” he said pointing to a girl in the corner. She sat on a table alone instead of being surrounded by friends…she was new. I raised my hand and got up to sit with her. I smiled and asked what her name was.
“What’s your name?” I said with a smile.
“Paola,” she said while looking down. I kept bombarding her with questions, Where are you from? Why are you so short? Is it normal? Why are you so quiet? “You can relax here, I mean nothing’s going to happen,” I said smiling again. Mr. Rios announced the transfer of classrooms and I walked alongside Paola. Later I introduced her to the rest of my friends, and that’s how we all became friends.
Now we’re all very good friends, Paola isn’t the shy girl she once was. She is now confident, friendly, and a great person to hang out with. All of our friends appreciate having her as a friend, and I’m sure that we’ll all be happy to meet new people next year. I’m really happy to have such great friends, but I haven’t exactly mentioned all of them. Sorry that I haven’t mentioned you, but you guys should know that you’re an important aspect of my life. I love you guys so much.
