Football Field-Personal Narrative

It hurt so badly. I wanted to scream but I didn’t want to scare everyone or get any attention drawn to me. Instead I started to cry while trying to text my brother. People were screaming in excitement and all I could smell was wet grass. It felt like I shattered my wrist. All I wanted to do was go home. My brother and I were at football game at our old school’s field, Memorial Field. My old school, Heelan, was going against my new school, East. I was walking around with my so called “friend” when they came. I say my so called “friend” because she honestly wasn’t. None of the girls at my old school were my actual friends. Either I just didn’t really talk to them because we had nothing in common, or all they did was spread rumors about each other. The only reason I talked to them was because I didn’t want to seem mean, plus they were the only girls I knew. I hated it at Heelan because of those girls. …show more content…
I didn’t actually say anything about them, they make up rumors and spread them, and it’s really annoying. Drama is not my thing so I started walking away with my “friend” but they wanted to follow and keep getting on my nerves and ask me about stuff I didn’t say. So my instinct was to go where they can’t, which was a very stupid idea. There was a hole in the fence under where the opposing bleachers are and I went through it. Then I climbed the under part of the bleachers so that they really couldn’t get to me. Once again, that was a stupid idea. After that, they were still asking me because they followed me in there, and I was sitting on top of a fence trying to ignore them and saying to go away and that I never said any of the stuff they were asking