Personal Narrative: Gabrielle's Impact On My Life

Many people have had an impact on my life, but none quite like my best friend, and partner in crime, Gabrielle. Sure, typical and cliché people such as my mom, dad and teachers have had an impact on my life in some shape or another, but not to the extent that Gabrielle has impacted my life. She has been with me and walked with me throughout my early childhood until the present, difficult time of becoming a young adult and learning lessons essential to my livelihood. She steadfastly joined me in this scary journey known as life and has the stories and fun memories to prove it. The story of Gabrielle and I begins on a quiet street known as Shea lane. We were three years old living the simple life as three-year olds do. Our lives were simple until we met each other, two parents, a few pets, then it changed. We began as enemies, always competing, for things such as each other’s parent’s attention, another friend, or things as simple as who got to act out the role of ‘mom’ while playing house. Competition was not in my nature, still isn 't, but it gave a rise to me. Looking back at it in the end it bettered me. Out of the lighthearted competition a friendship began to blossom, slowly but surely. Granted it was a relationship with many different trials and tribulations, but with nurture and care it began to bloom. A story that can really help a person understand who Gabrielle is and her very essence, is how she gave me three black eyes, the person she claimed to be her best friend. The reasons are lost in the expanse of my memory, but one I can member is I had to put my bike up and go inside. She did not like that idea very much, resulting in a double punch to my face and two swollen shut eyes. Yet, in a very Gabrielle-esque fashion the next day she was ringing my doorbell to see if I could play outside with her. As expected, this put a dent in the friendship process. …show more content…
Eventually, what feels like forever in a four-year olds mind, which was probably actually two weeks, we became best friends again. She gained my trust, apparently an easy thing to do, which leads to the next story that impacted our friendship. On a warm summer dusk, she lined all the girls of Shea lane up in front of her mother’s red minivan and grabbed a pair of crafting scissors. We began to play beauty school, cutting off the long ringlets that once flowed down my waist up to my ear lobes, and her chopping off a few bits of her hair. To say the least, I was probably the worst off in the looks department after the incident. My mother cried. It would take a whole novel to go over what all Gabrielle and I have gone through but these two stories give a good example of what our child hood was like, and essentially what she was like, a bit mischievous and rough around the edges, but all in all a great person. Fast forward a few years into the future and our friendship is now in full bloom, like roses in the spring. The competition between us has shed off somewhat like a cocoon of a butterfly to reveal a harmonious friendship. We have been through a lot where she has been there to back me up and I have been there all the same to back her up. We lean together, and if one of is falls we both fall. One example of this is when she gave witness to the police department on a crime that was committed against me. She said it was one of the scariest things to do in her life, but she did it just for me to get the justice I deserved. And I think that is friendship in its purest form. When the police case was going on I lost a lot of friends that I had previously had on the street. They had left me because they thought I as lying about what had happened to me, thinking I was just doing it for attention. I became a prisoner in my own house and it became very apparent to me that she