Tiffany Narrative

Keyahra Pinder

Professor Beverly

English Composition I

September 28, 2015

An event that left a great impression on my life would be one involving a friend of mine named Tiffany. I’d known Tiffany ever since I had moved to Upper Darby, Pennsylvania, a small suburban place filled mostly with foreigners and blocks of twin houses. Tiffany lived around the corner where I lived and she was so lucky to hold the place of my dearest friend. But then Tiffany moved to Newtown Square and she’d changed. My friend began to hang out with different people and she didn’t come visit like she had agreed to. Considering Tiffany and I are three years apart and became friends at a young age with me younger than she, we had an admirable friendship. But the spring of 2011, everything changed.

I’d say about my freshmen year of high school, in early May or so, Tiffany had finally decided to come visit me. Well, technically she was in the neighborhood spending time with her boyfriend but decided to come say hi after doing so. First, she’d called my cell phone with a great amount of worry in her voice and asked for my help. I’d told her I’d try to assist her in the best way possible but I wasn’t entirely sure as to what I was dealing with. She confessed that she’d been sexually active and was now apprehensive. Right then, I'd known what she was talking about and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I’d witnessed rumors and stories about teenagers having pregnancy scares but never did I expect to have this happen to someone so close to me, someone I valued to be included in the statistic.

She asked me if I could come with her to buy a pregnancy test in addition to asking if I minded her taking the test at my house. I wasn't entirely confident in the idea but she persuaded me well enough and well, she was a friend in distress. The only problem was, she only had a few dollars and we knew pregnancy tests weren't cheap. So next, with hope, we walked to the dollar store up the street...