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Personal Narrative: Fuller Middle School

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For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.
You see, when I was 5 years old my father decided he no longer loved my mother, my brother, me, or the child they would soon bring into the world, my sister. He decided to move out for “work” and come home every couple of months for a week or so and pretend everything was perfect. He was 50 years old, I was 7, before he finally left for good. I blamed myself for years, hell, I still blame myself, 10 years later. I still need to realize that if he were a real father, nothing that I could have done, or anyone else, would have made him leave. So I’ve never had a strong trust of males in my life. …show more content…

I was on phone with my dad, he was drunk and made promises I knew he would never uphold. Beep, beep, beep, the phone call ended. Tears rolled down my face, my breathing became shallow, it grew harder to fill my lungs. I was having an anxiety attack. “What’s going on?” Stewart asked, leaning toward me. I shook my head, avoiding the topic. “David,” my mom responded simply. Stewart’s typically stern persona softened immediately. He sighed, clasping his hands together, all his body weight shifted onto his elbows that were placed on his

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