Personal Narrative : Personal Essay

“ You seem to sweet and too much of a nice boy to be in here with all of these bad and dumb children” Karen said.

After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.

I felt relaxed after all those drab incidents. The situation had exhausted both of us, so, we jumped into the car rapidly. I was so hungry that I could eat a horse! I told him to take us to a restaurant to eat something.

"You won't drag her into this!" Cole's words were slurred and he sounded even more angry than usually. To put it as gently as I can, Cole

I’m just a tall, skinny, little girl. The confidence level in myself is very low, and it’s hard for me to find friends that actually like me for who I am. I walk in these brick doors almost every morning wondering what today will be like. The cold air hits your face as one would walk into Mrs. Price’s classroom. I sit at my light, wood colored desk hearing all the little voices around me. Suddenly, my ears feel as if they were going to burst. Mrs. Price yelled at the top of her lungs.

It was the eighth grade and middle school was an insufferable pit full of annoying people always looking to drag the other down. There was a large group, the preps; they tormented me picking on everything they could. I’d become convinced by my so called friends that the only way to distance myself from these girls was to be different, but only in the way that they told me to. We all wore skinny jeans, hair in our faces, t-shirts from hot topic, and listened to loud, angry music all in a sad attempt to be different, but that was never really me and my friends hated me for that. No matter how hard I tried, it was never enough to please the little rulers of our dark group. I only had one real friend; her name was raven and she never cared how

One of my my family stories is that one time we went to las Vegas so the day before we packed our bags and we were going to drive there but before I had to help my little brother pack his bags because he did not know what to pack and then in one in the morning we all woke up and got ready to drive there and the reason we left early is because it was a twelve hour drive and when we got there we were tired from just sitting and just doing nothing for the twelve hours and they wanted to go play and they couldn't go without me and I was tired but I had to go because they told on me.

Couple hours later it is dinner and everyone sits around the dinner table quietly eating their food.

First day of school, lunchtime rush, who do I sit with, who can I sit with, too late. The tables were full, I was already in a terrible situation and it’s only 3 hours into the school year. I search all around the lunchroom, I don’t know them, they don’t know me. This was

Waking up around 12 at night clutching my stomach tightly, slowly walking toward the bathroom door to find out that someone already in there. Walking back to my room to sit down. The pain from my stomach was astonishing. A pain I had never felt before. I see my mom walking out of the bathroom “what are you doing, go to sleep” my stomach hurts I said slowly. “Walking out the door to go to the bathroom, I heard sirens. A loud ambulance sound ringing in my head. The picture of my family on my bedroom wall, spinning as if it were in a washing machine. Losing my balance. I faintly heard my mom ask, “Are you okay?”I fell into her arm.

"No, I don 't want to do something with you right now. Just fucking leave already."

There was nothing particularly special about my high school: no championship games, no exchange student programs and no fancy classrooms, it was your typical American sub-urban high school. Like your typical American high school, there were your typical highschool bullies, and it was some of these high school bullies that were blocking me in the middle of a small park that I often used as a shortcut to school. I had been hoping that I wouldn’t have to go through this ordeal but apparently luck wasn’t on my side today… who was I kidding, luck was never on my side.

Ahhhhhh! It was and brand new day I woke up brushed my teeth and got ready. I ate breakfast and left to school. I felt like the man. My fresh cut, a suit and tie and with my gown on a hanger helped me to feel this way. I had a huge smile on my face and with everybody looking at me I felt like I was unstoppable! I got to school and already everybody was complimenting each other on the left and the right. DING! The bell rang everybody walked up to homeroom. As we waited to get instructions from the teacher, the announcement sounded, “ALL 8th GRADERS, DOWN TO THE Cafeteria!!!! ALL 8th GRADERS DOWN TO THE Cafeteria!!! Thank you!”.

It’s my opinion, immovable objects and unstoppable forces should not get married. When I was nine I didn’t have a personal concept of what divorce meant. I had an “it could never happen to me” mindset. By December of 2010, it was official, I was now from a broken home. I found myself part of two very different households, both of which have shaped me into the person I am today.

I know myself. Parents say they know you best but sometimes they can hardly tell. Kids can keep secrets, and especially teenagers. You can adjust yourself to look, act, and believe in certain ways. You can act like you’re perfectly fine like there’s nothing wrong with you. That’s what I try to do. Back in sophomore year, I hinted at my parents I had anxiety. Dad seemed like he wanted to take me to a therapist. He seemed supportive, interested in it. There I lay, wasting away in my room daily, certain I will go see a therapist to see if there’s anything wrong with me at all. Then Junior year came up.