Model Personal Narrative
I found out that my life was about to change and definitely not
for the better. My school was closing, and beginning in
September, I would be going to P.S. 278. That may not sound
so awful, but here’s the thing—that’s where Clarice Sullivan
was going to school, and Clarice Sullivan was troubel!
Clarice had hounded me for years taunting me about every
little thing. It was a little over a year ago that she had moved
across town and started going to P.S. 278. For one blissful year,
I was able to go to school and not worry that Clarice would
jump out from around the corner and ruin my day. My year of
bliss was over.
The night before the fi rst day of school, I was choosing my
outfi t for the next day and I told …show more content…
Standing above him was a tall girl with a look I
recognized. For a second, I thought it was Clarice, but then I
realized that it was just her expression that was familiar—she
looked like someone who was proud of the damage she had
done. Then I noticed another person with her back to me. She
was standing next to the boy, she was obviously trying to calm
things down.
“He’s so much smaller than you, Regina,” she was saying.
“wouldn’t you rather be known as someone who looks out for
people than as someone who always makes trouble? Wouldn’t
that make you proud?”
Suddenly, the girl who was talking turned around. I could
see her face. It was Clarice! I gasped and she looked up. For a
second, I was nervous, but then she smiled I had never noticed
what a nice smile she had.
She called my name and she grabbed me in a great big hug.
“I’ve been hoping to see you all day!” Then she let go of me
and stepped back, as if she were embarassed. “Sorry, I didn’t
mean to manhandle you,” she mumbled, her face turning red.
“I’m just glad to see you. There’s something I’ve wanted to
tell you.”
At home that evening. I told my parents the amazing story
about how Clarice had become the school protecter. My mother looked smug, and I had to admit she had been
I found out that my life was about to change and definitely not
for the better. My school was closing, and beginning in
September, I would be going to P.S. 278. That may not sound
so awful, but here’s the thing—that’s where Clarice Sullivan
was going to school, and Clarice Sullivan was troubel!
Clarice had hounded me for years taunting me about every
little thing. It was a little over a year ago that she had moved
across town and started going to P.S. 278. For one blissful year,
I was able to go to school and not worry that Clarice would
jump out from around the corner and ruin my day. My year of
bliss was over.
The night before the fi rst day of school, I was choosing my
outfi t for the next day and I told …show more content…
Standing above him was a tall girl with a look I
recognized. For a second, I thought it was Clarice, but then I
realized that it was just her expression that was familiar—she
looked like someone who was proud of the damage she had
done. Then I noticed another person with her back to me. She
was standing next to the boy, she was obviously trying to calm
things down.
“He’s so much smaller than you, Regina,” she was saying.
“wouldn’t you rather be known as someone who looks out for
people than as someone who always makes trouble? Wouldn’t
that make you proud?”
Suddenly, the girl who was talking turned around. I could
see her face. It was Clarice! I gasped and she looked up. For a
second, I was nervous, but then she smiled I had never noticed
what a nice smile she had.
She called my name and she grabbed me in a great big hug.
“I’ve been hoping to see you all day!” Then she let go of me
and stepped back, as if she were embarassed. “Sorry, I didn’t
mean to manhandle you,” she mumbled, her face turning red.
“I’m just glad to see you. There’s something I’ve wanted to
tell you.”
At home that evening. I told my parents the amazing story
about how Clarice had become the school protecter. My mother looked smug, and I had to admit she had been