Then she turned her eyes at me and uttered: “Promise me we will always be best friends, just like our
moms.” We were light-hearted teenage girls, somewhat airheads even. So, it was a pure shock to hear
Daniela speak so earnestly for the first time since I had known her.
Stunned, without the slightest idea of what was going on, all I could mumble was a faint “I promise.”
By this time, it began to get dark, and my dad had already texted me asking about my whereabouts. So,
we rushed home. Lilly-Ann’s place was the nearest to the river, then was Daniela’s, and mine was the
farthest. As Daniela and I said goodbye and I sat on the bike to be on my way, she was still on the porch
waving goodbye and shouted “Remember your promise,” reminding me of something I couldn’t wish to
forget anyway.
These words ring through my head to this day. A pitch black mustang rolled from around the corner and
headed our way.
“Dani…” I cried out as I leaped off the bike and to the side.
Stunned by the loud skiddle of tires and screams, I passed out. After I came to my sense, the first thing I
saw was Daniela’s limp body in her mother’s hands as I heard hysterical weeping. My head suddenly
felt heavy, and my legs felt cotton-like. Dazed, I landed on my behind in slow motion. The air felt thick
and heavy, and I fainted once more. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed and seeing my
mother sitting next to me, sobbing.
I urged to tell her about my promise, but all I could utter was “Why her?” – and then I burst into tears
myself.
Nobody can take their best friend’s death well. I became antisocial. I barely left my room, and whenever
someone tried to talk to me about anything, I responded with brief and bitter remarks. I wallowed in
myself. Whirlwinds of thoughts circled in my head – Why Daniela? Of all people, why did she have to
die? Couldn’t God pick someone more deserving of death? I could not imagine how I was supposed to
live on without her. Nobody could replace her in my life, not even all the people in the world.
After one month of grieving, I finally found the strength to talk to my mother. “Does God love us?” I
asked, “Why does he hurt us?” “My girl,” she said, “He picks the best of us and takes them before the
cruel world can deform them. He turns them into His angels, and Daniela must be your angel now.”
I can’t say that it made me feel any better at the time. But later on, I understood the meaning of my
promise. Daniela is always with me, following me in all the choices I make in life. She is my angel.”
We would grade this essay with a C+ at best. It is a narration alright, but what do we find out from this
narrative essay example? The author is religious and her best friend died. The immenseness of this
experience is only illustrated by a few physiological manifestations that many people have for far less
dramatic reasons. The gist of this essay is “My best friend died, so show some sympathy in the name of
God and give me an A.” While an appeal to emotion is not forbidden, your task is to describe your
experience colorfully enough to put your reader in your shoes. Only then can you consider your task
completed and deserve an excellent grade.