Personal Narrative: Life In Rock Falls

Jim was a friend I used to hang out with back when I was in middle school. He was a decent companion to me, and since I was new to the school, he made me feel like I wasn 't the only one. We would play basketball and play his Nintendo at whenever I would go to his house after school. He was slightly tall, so when we played basketball, he would generally give a good old fashioned thumping to me on the court. He was taller than I was so I could not block any of his shots. Behind the basketball player, however, was a genuinely modest fellow who never would say anything to offend me. He would constantly chuckle. However it was kind of fake, as though there was something underneath. Jim experienced childhood in Colorado, back in the mountains, and

We would be together a lot, doing a wide range of things. The two of us were making the most of our years of middle school, and get ready to be together for high school, yet things began to change with him. His father went out of town more and more, leaving just Jim and his mom in the house for a considerable length of time at once. At the point when Jim 's father was away, Jim would order his mom to do all that he said. One time when I was over his house, Jim was shouting as loud as possible for his mom to go to McDonald 's and get him something to eat. He was exceptionally malicious with her. She let him know that she had no cash and that she would simply settle something for supper. Jim dependably got his way, however, and would not quit shouting at her until she consented to go get him his food. I told his mother that I was sorry for what he had said to her. However she only inquired as to whether I needed something as well, and I declined, yet when she returned, she had brung something for me, just so Jim wouldn 't holler at her. While Jim 's father was away, he treated his mother like crap. There were days when he would rest in and make his mother call him off from school. He had transformed into a lazy pig. His hair was hanging past his ears, he had begun to put on weight, and he had a debilitated look to him. Jim was no longer happy about anything and never wanted to play basketball anymore. All he wanted to do was

Jim 's father returned home maybe once per month and stayed for around a week at a time. Jim would be so cheerful to see his father, and he went to class constantly, tidied himself up so he looked ordinary again, and would be nice to all of his friends. He needed his father to see that he was doing good back home. He wanted people to come over to play basketball and have a fabulous time. He even invited people over to swim in the pool. Things would go incredibly for Jim. He would be so upbeat, yet when his father would go away, Jim changed his character once more. He was no more a decent light-haired, blue looked at the pleasant fellow, however, a malicious, unforgiving individual that had turned for the more terrible. I quit hanging out with Jim because of the fact that I couldn 't stand to be around him any longer. He had begun hanging out with the wrong group of people. He was acknowledged by every one of the washouts who did drugs. He was arrested at his home for hosting an underage drinking party while his dad was away. He barely spoke to his mom any longer, and when he did, it was sinful, dirty things that a man ought to never say. He would curse at her and tell her that he hated her and that he that he wishes she would die. I was just finishing high school by then and was starting my mission to discover the cash to promote my education at the college level. Jim 's wish was granted not long ago. Jim 's mother passed away from breast cancer. She had striven for