Personal Narrative: My Sophomore Year Of High School

The first time my best friend of four years told me that she would not be returning for our final two years of high school, I never dreamt that my life would become dramatically different. At the end of my sophomore year my best friend, who I refer to by her last name, Jones, because we have the same first name, told me that she was going to take the California High School Proficiency Examination in hopes of not having to complete junior and senior year of high school, and consequently start community college the following year. She said that high school was simply not meant for her and that she wanted a more significant amount of freedom and independence. At the time I thought the idea was a distant dream of hers that would never become a reality however, I was quite mistaken. When sophomore year concluded, and it was time for Jones to take the test I was left feeling exceedingly conflicted about my secret, selfish desire for her to fail, merely so I could still have her all to myself.
Inseparable does not even begin to describe our relationship considering we did virtually everything together. Nearly every day after school we would buy off-brand 35 cent soda from the vending machine outside of the local grocery store. When the weekends came we would eat junk food and spend the entire night discussing our hopes and fears. As 15 year old girl, I was beyond insecure, therefore having Jones to talk to about anything and everything was all I could ever ask