Trampled: A Short Story

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

As for socially, I am considered by many to be shy but this is not really the case at all. Rather, I prefer to keep my mouth shut unless I have something I feel needs to be said. One of my pet peeves is people who just say things to either get a rise from others, or if they just talk because they are bored. I choose my friends carefully, and I have a small number of good, close friends, instead of a large number of people I barely know. I have never been one to follow the crowd, not by choice, but after years of feeling like I didn’t quite fit in with many other people, I just gave up. Anyone who couldn’t accept me for the way I am raises no concerns of mine. I do not need people like that in my life.

I like my privacy and solitude moments. I get my energy from being alone exploring my own ideas, which doesn’t mean that I am anti-social. I actual enjoy working with extroverts and sit next to people and talk with them one on one about their work and concerns. However, sometimes I just need to be alone with my thoughts. So don’t be upset if sometimes I prefer not to go out for drinks or feel like meetings are taking forever;

By the time it was my turn to introduce myself my heart was pounding I am the type of girl that does not like talking as much like minding my business and keep it moving as my peer were waiting for my response i said my name is Anora one interesting fact about me is I'm a vegetarian and I was born in Florida. The moment I sat down I heard negative comments such as "why is she being a liar, she looks like an Illegal immigrant." I recall trying to understand what my classmates were saying about me, " As if they were asking how can individual look like an Illegal immigrant?"

I walked down the hallway, pacing myself. I was expecting someone to shriek in horror or someone to push me to the ground. To my surprise, everyone just kept on talking and ignored me. A couple of kids glanced in my direction and smirked at me. My best friend gushed at how cool my glasses were. My teacher didn't even glance at me twice when he told me to sit down.

I was the only one representing the honor society at the downtown fall welcome when this occurred. Xiomy Perez and a male were both staring at me as if to try and intimidate.

There are people who on the outside are not sociable, because these people are shy. However, there is a difference between shyness and introversion. Shy people often avoid many things because they are nervous or they criticize themselves for speaking up. Introverts, however, will not be nervous or criticize themselves. Both shyness and being introverted are acceptable traits. It only becomes a problem when a person has a social anxiety disorder that significantly interferes with a person’s life. We want and need people to be the quiet thinkers who can go off by themselves come up with an idea and bring it back to a

Some of the boys laughed. Some muttered a what?, and some murmured among themselves, pointing at him. He suddenly felt very small and self-aware and wished everyone would stop staring and jabbing their fingers at him, like he was an exhibit in some kind of zoo.

The looks that I received scarred me a little bit, I felt like everyone was judging me. The teacher stood from her seat and asked me to introduce myself and tell one interesting fact to the class. I stated my full name and told them where I was from. When I said that I use to live on the west side of Chicago everyone’s facial expressions changed as if I said I was from a different planet. The teacher pointed to where my assigned seat was and as I was walking to the seat I still felt eyes watching me to my seat. My seat was next to this girl who informed me that she also was from Chicago. When we realized that we had a lot more in common we exchanged schedules and compared our classes.

Taking a moment to examine my surroundings, I looked to see who my classmates were. Students were scattered across the room in their own little

As important as academics are, it is equally important to be social. It is proven that when you don’t have friends and are only engulfed in schoolwork or other things, you will not be

Another student gave me a weird look as if he wanted to harm me. Little did I know, he was one of the toughest kids in my grade level, and he had the biggest crush on Andrea. His name was Billy.

But as I got older and began understanding myself more, I began to question such criticisms and exclamations. I knew I was social; I was able to talk to people, mingle with people I haven’t met, and approach people if I needed their help. But the moment I decided to be alone for a while, people began to see me as unsocial. Did people expect me to constantly be talking to people? How could I possibly do that if I get exhausted from interacting with others, or if I’m just not in the mood to talk? I knew I was introverted, but to me it seemed impossible for anyone, even if they are extroverted, to

I apologize Mark and myself went back to the floor to verify the skid. We did received the complete order. There was a total of six boxes. Four boxes that I was reading were facing the same direction. The other two were facing the back my fault I should of looked around.

When I was a little girl my friends and I always talked about what we were going to be when we grew up. Some said a teacher; others said a nurse, secretary, and even a mom. I knew what I was going to be, but what we don't think about is how we get to be these things. We float through elementary school, having small children fun. Next we go to middle school trying to find our ways in the world, some of us worries about grades, and some don't. Not many thinking ahead of high school, let alone college. In high school we soon realize that grades are very important and better grades give you a better chance at better colleges. So those of us who want to go to college start cramping down on our studies so we can get those desirable grades. I may have not been the perfect student throughout high school. My Study habits could have been better, but one thing I do know is that I want to do more with my life than just a high school diploma.