My Summer Vacation Essay

Summer vacation is usually when I make the most memories whether it is going on vacation and meeting new people, going to the beach remembering in detail how it felt to walk along the shore, sitting out in the sun with my friends trying to get darker and our hair lighter it is always a good time but not my favorite. I always loved to watch the summer fade into fall where the air begins to smell like decaying leaves and wood smoke. That’s how I knew cheerleading season would start. A sport I did for 9 years. One fall, as practices started up a new girl had joined our team. A new girl I would later call my best friend. The new girl on my team was called Isabella. After that day and so on we ended up growing up together as we practiced for cheer,

Isabella had signed up for honor classes as she was capable of taking and I had chose to take regular classes but that did not make us spend any less time together. After school, we’d always head to my house because no one was ever home. My house began to be the house everyone went to after school as we met new people. One of our new friends later became Isabella’s boyfriend which worked out because I too, had a boyfriend which only made Isabella and I spend even more together since it was always a double date. Isabella’s boyfriend grew up in a town where he grew up in a gang instead of a cheer team. He had never really went to school, just passed. To say the least, he was a bad influence and I was just watching it happen. In school, there was always assemblies about domestic violence when everyone was more interested in meeting with their friends than listening because no one would ever think it would happen to them. In my case, I was not in a domestic violence relationship but I had watched my best friend 's relationship turn into one blindly. I remember Isabella’s boyfriend introducing her to pot and skipping school which I had always felt guilty of. When Isabella and her boyfriend would skip school it’d be at my house since I let them and no one was ever home, when they’d smoke I would invite them over for dinner since it made them hungry which I later realized it only made me

It is our junior year and things have gotten bad. So bad Isabella and I stopped spending as much time together because her boyfriend didn’t think I had the best interest for her as a friend. I watched her be apart of the gang he was in risking her life, trying new drugs which made her once beautiful light brown hair with volume turn into thin dark brown hair, her body that she had inherited from her brazilian heritage gone and her hazel eyes that radiated, dark because of the color around her eyes from lack of sleep and drugs. Isabella no longer looked, spoke or was the Isabella I grew up knowing. Her relationship had gotten abusive leading her to wear long sleeves in the summer heat, flinch when someone was about to hug her and not only was her relationship abusive physically, but mentally and verbally. She had already been arrested for gang related activities, stealing and being at the wrong places at the wrong time so I was not shocked the night I passed her house driving from being out with my friends and there was more than 7 different police officers outside. However, I did stop by only to find out the scariest, gruesome, heartless news I have gotten to this day. I remember crying as red and blue lights were the only thing I could see. Isabella had stabbed a girl 9 times. 4 times in the back, 2 in the arm and 3 in the head. She was sentenced to 5 years in prison and charged as an adult only being 15. I lost my best friend. As she