Personal Narrative

I felt scared when I was standing up to him because he was a bully and he was the one bothering me for the whole school year and I decided it had to stop. The only thing that I was thinking was I couldn’t let him bother me anymore and, I couldn’t take anymore of it. I was thinking if he was with his friends when I'm on my way to class he and his friends might beat me up. When I was

During my early years I was bullied in and out of school. My first experience with bullying started when I was in daycare. A girl named Kelly started bullying me. Every time I saw her she would talk about either my hair or my clothes or the way I looked. One day, my brother and Kelly’s sister were watching Kelly and I. Kelly’s aunt had told her to leave me alone. And after her aunt left the room, Kelly started pushing me to see what I would do and after a while I got really angry, so I punched her in the face. As her aunt came back in the room, she saw Kelly on the floor with me standing over her. Kelly’s Aunt then said, “Did I not tell you to leave her alone.” After that experience I knew that I had the

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

I may have started the verbal fight, but he was the one that threw the first punch. Normally physical fighting is way beneath me, as I find it unnecessary, but this guy was just so arrogant. So I hit him back. The teachers got mad and sent us both to the office. I got off with a warning and a disapproving stare from the principal, who I am now pretty sure hates me.. The Jock wasn’t so lucky. He got three days worth of suspension. I don’t think this was his first offense.

It was always because he hit the teacher or punched another kid in the face. I never actually liked him, he always played too rough when we were on the playground and he always had something mean to say to me and my friends. But that never meant that he deserved to be beat up for his bad behavior.

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

In the spring of seventh grade at Ridgefield Academy all the boys would go outside and play baseball at the end of school. Every day after playing outside we came inside to get changed to leave. There was always a bit of tension from the games and the chirps that were dealt out. On this particular day I walked into the locker room and grabbed Nick Lange’s wooden baseball and began messing around with it; banging it up against things and using it as a hockey stick. When he asked for the bat I must have said no and he lunged at me and went for the bat. He grabbed the bat and while we both had a grip on it, knocked me in the head a bit, not even hard enough to leave a mark. I stammered a bit and got very mad. I looked up at him and swung right

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

When I was in third grade there was this kid named Andrew. He is a very important person in my memories because he was my bully. It wasn’t the kind of bullying situation that you could fix by telling a parent because he was in my dad’s car. Yes he was a person in my dad’s carpool and there was nothing i could do about it. At school there was an assembly that talked about the types of bullies. They were verbal, assault, exclusion, and cyber. He would do all of those things to me. He would call me fat, ugly, and swear words that i can’t say/write. He was also at my school and we had recess together. When i would go outside he would track me down and he would push me and throw basket balls and soccer balls at me.

Sometimes it’s really hard to talk about, but I invite you to tell an adult you trust. Bulling is never okay, and you don’t have to face it alone. A trustworthy adult needs to know what

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.

He also called me a beaner, nerd, and “fag” multiple times. I got fed up and got furious with him so I eventually decided to do something. I decided that I was going kick him in the face so he could shut up and that so I can show people that I can defend myself. I remember that day very clearly, it was wet in the playground and slippery due to the strange rubber flooring installed at the playground. I decided to tell him he was fat loser and that I would beat him up. There wasn’t that many kids around since the area I hang out was the less populated part playground. Evan lashed out like he always does and due to his initial speed, he slipped and fell to the ground. I acted quickly and kicked him in the chin, cheek, and in the stomach hurting him really bad making him cry I felt great while kicking his face and that made me question if god’s way was right or if I should even care. I remember the smell of the wet rubber, Evan’s grunts, and the staff who took us in, very

I had brought an extra pillow and blanket on the trip, but never used it, so I just left them in my orange bag. Eventually I had gotten so sick of his foul insults, I decided to take action. I had my orange bag up in the top bunk with me at the time. So I gave my bag a firm grip, leaned over the edge of my bed, and gave him a good smack in the head. As I watched thrown back into the nearby wall, a smile swung across my face. Snotty Boy landed on the ground with a thud. He was yelling a few select curse words, and appeared to be in a daze. I then dropped down, and stood over him waiting for him to move. He tried to get up while yelling “What the f**k is wrong with you!” So I went right ahead and hit him in the face several more times. Each time his head was whipped in the opposite direction. He was down temporarily, but the fight was not over. There lay a pillow inside his zone of reach. He grabbed the small, insignificant pillow and weakly hit me in the legs with it. It appeared he was desperate to try and hurt me back, but at that point I knew that he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. After the first few crippling blows, I smacked him once for every curse word that flew out of his mouth. I must have hit him upwards of 20 times with that bag, each time striking in a different spot. Everyone in the room was yelling and cheering as he was being beaten with a pillow and a blanket. I remember feeling really

The rules about fighting, doesn't protect the person you want them to. Do you want someone to just sit there and get beat up? If i were to get into a fight right now i would get straight kicked out of school. This is clearly dumb cause you can't take care of yourself.