When I was 16, my best friend at the time was Kyle Talson. We had been friends since the 2nd grade and did almost everything together. We were always harping on each other but we were never afraid to be blunt with each other. It was the first big party of the summer and we had both had gotten our cars. We decided to roll in his car because we didn't both want to drive because it was far from our houses. So we took off and planned to crash at the party because we didn't want to have to drive back. We thought it was going to be an awesome night.
We got to the party and it was raging. I went off and did my own thing and told Kyle not to drive anywhere because he had been drinking. He said ok and I didn't worry about him because I knew he always made good decisions. Later on that night he came up to me and he asked if I could drive him to a Mcdonalds, because he said he was hungry. I was hanging out with some kids and didn't want to leave because I didnt feel like driving. He was kind of mad but just walked off. That moment is one I'll always remember. The next morning, I woke up and looked at my phone and noticed I had missed 8 phone calls. I freaked out because I thought my dad was looking for me. I called the number and it was Kyle's mom, she answered and told me Kyle had got into and accident last night and was at the ICU in the Hospital. I thought to myself how could he have drove I told him not to leave without me. I figured out that after I had told him I wouldn't drive him to food, he drove his car and got t-boned and was in intensive care. Kyle recovered but it took him 7 weeks in the hospital. We are still great friends but to this day I wonder if I had been a better friend and helped him out if this would never have happened. Since then I have always tried to be a good friend and look out for them.
This was an interesting assignment, because I've never told this story through writing. I found it sort of hard though to write this because so much happened it was hard to write about it in only a few paragraphs. I liked writing about it because I don't usually think about it as detailed as I did.
