Personal Narrative : Am I What They Say I Am?

1005 WordsJul 18, 20165 Pages
Memoir: Am I What They Say I Am? Never in a million years would I have thought that it would be me. Me of all people to be the one to hear such language. At the tender age of 15, who would have thought this would be something to affect me. I thought we were at a point where these things did not happen anymore. “… it doesn’t happen in America anymore” she says, “… are you sure that is what they said?” An issue that is still very evident in this society. It only becomes your problem when becomes your reality. With the death of Trayvon Martin one would think that there would be a period of peace for a little while. However, that was not the case. I was exposed to a something that has scarred my life. An event that will stay with me until my…show more content…
Something about this truck makes me feel uneasy. This truck gives The truck follows the bus all the way through the rest of the route. I am the only black guy left on the bus. Matter of fact I am the only person on the bus. The sun is still hung in the corner of the sky, accompanied by a few clouds. The bus begins to decelerate, the slow screech of the brakes fill the air. Finally, I can begin the 10 minute walk home. As I walk to the front of the bus and reach the last step, still in the background, in my peripheral vision I still see this truck. I have a feeling that makes me feel uncomfortable. Maybe I am just overreacting. Or am I? I take my first step off of the bus as like Neil Armstrong 's first steps on the moon. I walk off the bus, stepping out on faith that everything will be alright: the truck is just a regular person on their way, and I have a long walk home. This was my thought I should be alright, right? I mean nobody ever comes onto my road unless they live back here. As the bus 's wheels begin to spinoff, I notice that the tuck is still there, creeping behind, turning down my road, inching closer, and closer. I am beginning to feel sick on the stomach on top of my headache. I really feel uneasy, about this truck behind me. I can now see the faces of the people in the truck. There are three Anglo Saxons, each face equipped with scraggly facial hair, uncombed hair, with camouflage overalls on. The truck is a gray ford, two of the scraggly
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