Personal Narrative : Personal Essay

The only answer I got was a smile, he was enjoying this. He was going to enjoy being ripped apart by me, too.

I waiting for some sort of reaction, and it came by him scooting a body space or two away from me. I had sat too close to him, and he didn’t like that. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like everything I could do wrong I did. After fidgeting around with the dust and dirt laying around us, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to run off, and I almost did but then he spoke. D’Angelo didn’t say just one thing, but two, then three, and just kept talking. It made me so confused. At first I was confused that he didn’t think I was so “uncool” after throwing bark in his eyes and sitting too close next to him, but that quickly turned into confusion about what he was talking about. It sounded like he was quoting pages out some boring “adult”

I bolted across the lawn, past a colossal Sequoia tree, and made a beeline for the door. Inside I could see my mom and Ms. Asher leaning against the kitchen stove exchanging anxious looks. Ms. Asher whispered, “How is he?”

“You said that you think that I should have a boyfriend by now or at least a crush”. I told him with confidence. He said nothing, knowing that I was right. Again. We roamed the hallways talking about every single boy in the school. It was pointless, considering that fact that I told him specifically, that I didn’t have a crush

As i raise my head i think to myself, “ I’m going to be super late”. I looked around the hall to see if anyone had seen me fall flat on my back. Once i get to my feet i reach for my lockers handle to see it was gone. “Crap, Crap, Crap” I thought. I look at the floor trying to find the handle. Then i find it laying on the ground. “I’m screwed” I think to myself as I try to think of a way out. FInally i give in at the sound of the bell. “I guess i have to tell the office” I said as the bell ended.

As I walked to my room, I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I felt completely sick. How could they do this to me? I could hear them discussing downstairs about where they would enroll me, so I just put earbuds in, and listened to music.

It was early May 2016 and I was anxiously sitting in my H period Geometry class. I was awaiting the results of a huge test, our last of the year in the class, that would play an enormous role in my semester average as I was at that dreaded area between an 89 and 90 in the class. It had been a mixed year for me in math, as it always is, I never can consistently do well in math or science classes, but I had studied for hours on end for the test and was extremely hopeful. I had tried every practice test that the teacher recommended, went over every quiz from the unit and had focused on nothing but this test for the past week. I usually don’t let grades put me down or affect my mood, but with this test I knew it would ruin my day if I did not

I looked at him. “Hey, did you come here with anyone else? They might be worried about you.” I asked curious. He probably had a girlfriend or boyfriend waiting for him, wondering where he had gone. Wait, then why had he been sitting with me and not them?

I was aware that I was academically behind which lead to low self-confidence. It was my first year at this new school. We have moved in with my grandparents after my parent's divorce. I was already feeling alienated. I feared my classmates would discover the hidden truth that I was illiterate. I would often pass on reading out loud. Although, it was apparent to me that my peers were eager to read, their hands shooting up and waving as they pleaded to be called on. One afternoon, my teacher sent me to a small building adjacent from the main office. It was a small cramped room. Bookshelves outlined the room, stacks of papers unfilled sat on the desk in the corner of the room. I felt nervous and scared. There I was given a series of test like reading flashcards, pronouncing each letter in the alphabet several times, as well writing and reading basic sentences. I was exhausted after the drills and I knew my secret was

The unbearable long wait until my brother Gabriel came out of speech therapy class had me bored to death. The phone buzzed, “Mom” appears on the screen. Without any hesitation, I answer. “Angeline” she hesitates.. “I have your ACT score.”

The sky outside, like a sheet of dark velvet, was spattered with a thick smattering of glittering stars. A cool breeze slipped into the windows, caressing gently at his skin; the cold seeping into his aging bones. Deafening silence echoed through the empty halls of the old convent, pressing at him, ringing in his ears. Tonight, he felt more alone than ever. Tonight, with the pain in his body and the ache in his chest, the loneliness felt even more consuming.

He sounded really mad. But I didn’t care, because he hated me and whatever I tried, it didn’t get better. Fortunately, he let me alone and continued speaking about the story we read. It was one of these “important books” that you had to read in school because you “needed” them in life later on. Yes, as if anyone would believe this nonsense. I thought, that this only was waste of our time.

I told him to come back to learn how to take care of my mouth correctly. After about 10 minutes of lecture we left right away to get something to eat before my mouth hurt. I listened to my dad call me brace face millions of times throughout the car ride. Later he told me to eat quickly so I could make it to school on time. I ate as fast as I could and started to grab my bag as we pulled into the school parking lot. Afterwards I said goodbye and hopped out of the truck. When I walked into the office I asked what class I was in and she said Spanish, so I did just as I was expected to do and walked to Sr.Lim’s classroom. I was so nervous about what everyone would think. Class was almost over and I was glad that nobody noticed but all of the sudden Anna started to talk to me. We started to joke around and she made a really funny joke. I tried to hold in my smile but I couldn’t any longer. I grinned widely and chuckled a little bit. “Woah! You got braces?” Anna yelled and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. I was so embarrassed and my face was as red as a tomato. As they say, I was saved by the bell and I was so grateful. I rushed out to the hallway to meet Sophie, like I usually do, “Let me see!” She squealed the second I was close enough. By now I was way too embarrassed to show off my new nerd face. There was no way I was ever smiling again. I speed walked all the way to study hall and finished my work peacefully. I

I knew right off the bat that he was going to ask me what I got. So, I came straight out and told him that I got a B-. But I layed it on thick saying that I was sure that it wouldn’t drop my grade, and would probably bring it up. So when we got home, we checked Grade Check and saw that my grade was only brought up by 3%, to a

The time came to go to her class which was my last of the day. I already knew everything would be horrible because by the time our class started, she was already exhausted. Our first essay assignment was immediately given and we were told to write about a life experience that made a lasting impact. I was relieved somewhat because I didn’t think I could do too horribly bad because I was simply telling a personal story of mine. As a week passed it was time to turn my essay in. I was very confident because the story I wrote about was rather lengthy and very personal. I automatically thought, the more pages it has, the better my grade will turn out to be.