Autobiographical Narrative</*My First True love* > </head> <body> <center><b>*My First True Love*</b></center> <center><b>Jordann</b></center> Copy and paste the body of your paper in this section just as it is in word. </body>In seventh grade I sort of thought that he was a quiet nerd. He never said anything to anybody. I never told him this but I really thought that he was adorable. One attraction that he had was big, brown baby eyes, and perfect eyebrows. Later on in the semester I started to daydream in class, and he kind of saw me looking at him and he would just laugh. But I never said anything because I was scared thinking that he wouldn’t like me. Eighth grade year I moved in the same town house complex as him, and we rode the same bus. Justin had a girlfriend and I always thought to myself, “ She was so ugly, he should be my boyfriend instead of hers.” All his friends started to tell him that I liked him, but I always denied it. I had moved on and got me a boyfriend to try to take my mind off of him. But both of our relationships didn’t work out. A year went passed and we both were in highschool, and his older sister and I became real good friends but noone ever knew that I had so many deep feelings for him. Homecoming night was coming up and I went to the dance with his sister and a couple of other friends of mine. He didn’t want to go. We had so much fun that night, but we were out too late and our parents were furious with us. We all were mad at each other, because we were in trouble. The next morning I got a phone call stating that his mother was in the hospital and she was dying. I felt awful for him, his sister Candice, and the rest of his family. I rushed to the hospital and the doctors said that she wasn’t going to make it. She was dying from cancer and that it was nothing they could do for her and they had to say their last good-byes. Everyone burst into tears and realized that she was never coming back. A couple of days later was Tammy’s wake. We all got ready and went. Justin was crushed by his mother’s death so I was his shoulder to cry on. My friend Tashara told everyone including him that I liked him. He asked me and I finally admitted to him that I did. All that night he was flirting with me, and everyone noticed it. At the funeral he said that he wanted to go with me and I said immediately said yes. Didn’t anyone know that I had been waiting on him to say that for two years! Months and months went passed and our relationship grew stronger and stronger. He met my family and I met his. Everyone approved of our relationship. I went through a period of time when I lost the majority of my friends, and my mom and I were fighting constantly. I had no one but him, and really he had no one but me. We were there for eachother all the time. We spent time together twenty-four/ seven. We lived right next door from each other and my mom was beginning to get sick of us, and his grandmother was starting to get tired of him leaving the house. He bought me anything I asked for like clothes, and did everything for me like getting my nails done all the time. All my friends that had boyfriends were jealous because they didn’t have a boyfriend that I had. Even though, we had a good relationship and more than anything a friendship. We had our ups and downs and our downs were worse than anybody is, Even though we were only fifteen. We argued all the time and would break up, and then make up. He would call all my friends and family and wonder why we weren’t getting along. Both of us used to get so upset that we would say things that we really didn’t mean and say the most hurtful things. We were on our rocky road for about three months. After that everything went back to normal. We broke up this year, and I haven’t talked to him in almost a month. He now goes to another school and has another girlfriend and I have moved on to nobody. Both of us want to talk to one another but we won’t call because we’re too stubborn. But we both know that we were each other’s first true love. <hr> <center><h1>Webfolio</h1></center><p> <a href="narrative.html">Autobiographical Narrative</a> </html>