Personal Narrative-Replied Mrs.

I’m just a young sixth grade fragile petite girl. I never get into trouble and focus on my school work. As Mrs. Price placed the jacket on my desk my heart felt like it forgot to beat.
“ This isn’t -” I got interrupted.
“ I don’t want to hear about it” Replied Mrs. Price.
I froze, I didn’t know how to take in her actions. My brain mentally couldn’t respond or process anything at that exact moment. My face, red as if someone had pressed my entire head into a oven.
“ Why, w- why?” I muttered “ this isn’t mine.” My sorrowing emotions expanded, I felt invaded. I didn’t know what just happened. “ I remember Rachel wearing that jacket” Sylvia jabbered. “ Thank you for being conscientious Sylvia,” Replied Mrs. Price. “ now, put on the jacket, Rachel.” …show more content…
Slowly but surely I slip one of my lanky arms into the rusty red christmas like sweater, I can feel the pride and confidence dissolving fast as I wipe the waterfall tears off my face.
“ Wait! I remember wearing that sweater” stated Phyllis. The bell rang at the exact moment he said something. “ Are you serious!” I yelled “ I went through all that and nobody said anything!” “ I know, i’m sorry it won’t ever happen again” Phyllis replied.

The next day everything changed, Mrs. Price had been the one defeated, I proved everyone wrong. I could finally be seen, and not as the same shy fragile