Just another Night
It was about a month before I left Iowa to come to Vegas. As Josh and I were walking back to Freddy’s apartment, I turned to look behind us and I saw a flashlight shinning in my eyes. The police officer was walking toward us and asked us for our ID’s. He leaned me up against the car and frisked me. I put my arms behind my back; I felt the steel getting tighter against my wrist with every click. Next thing I knew I was in the back of the police car sitting in the most uncomfortable seat I had ever sat in. After Josh sat next to me we started laughing telling old stories. I finally felt relief after nine years. As the cop turned the car around, I remembered my last day of school in fifth grade. Ruben and I were walking home, and out of no where this guy in eighth grade came up behind us and started punching Ruben. Ruben started swinging back, but the guy had hit him a couple times and took off. This fight was not broken up like a lot of fights I had seen before. I could not believe that I just stood there and watched my best friend get beat, I did not help him. I have two older brothers and no one had ever messed with me or anyone of my friends before. Ruben had an older sister. He really did not have anyone to protect him. We
I had waited nine years to get rid of the thought that Ruben deep down really did think about me not helping him that day. I realized how special it was to have made such good friends. They are always going to be there no matter what. Friends for give each other and help each other out. I hang out and talk to a lot of people, but the fact of hanging out and talking to them does not make them a friend. Sometimes it is hard to tell who a real friend is. Friendship is so much more than hanging out and talking to them. You have to really know and trust them. Being and having a true friend is something really special. I don’t consider my self to have many true friends. I have a lot of buddies, but I am very thankful for the few great friends, that I know are true. There were plenty of times in junior high when I would take blame for something he would do but it did not feel like I had made up for it yet. Throughout high school there were a couple fights we got in but there was still no sign of relief. I was beginning to think that I was just going to have to live for standing up for my friend for ever. When you get in a fight there is a rush that goes through your body. Your adrenalin is pumping and there is a sense of excitement. After all the fights we got in and talked about, there was a pain in my head of watching Ruben getting helplessly punched with out him expecting it. Even the big rumble the summer of my junior year did not help me forget about it. We were at a party and Ruben was talking to this guy from a different town, they ended up getting in a big argument and a fight broke out. Christian, Mario, Marcos, Armando, and I saw that five guys ran outside behind Ruben and we all went and followed them. We were going to make sure the fight was fair. It was not long before it got broken up, like most fights do. When we were walking back to the car the guys came back outside from inside the house and had a gun. At that moment I was so nervous, I did not know what to think. Was the gun loaded? Probably not, but none of us were going to try to be Super Man and find out.
Some topics in this essay:
Ruben Freddy,
Ruben Ruben,
Super Getting,
Vegas Josh,
Marcos Armando,
,
laughing telling stories,
special friends,
josh friends,
laughing telling,
guy hit,
true friend,
hanging talking,
telling stories,
gun pulled,
police car,
broken fights,
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