Personal Narrative-The Beginning Of A New Me

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The Beginning of a New Me It was the 2nd semester of 11th grade when I realized what kind of an irresponsible immature I was. I was an ungrateful person who didn’t care about no one else but herself. School was not important not at all. I rarely attended to any of my classes it was boring in my opinion. I was lazy never did my homework if I did attend to class it was always late. I was never home I was always with my “friends”. I never listened to my mom I was just a rebelled teenager who didn’t know anything. I always blamed my family problems into being the reason why I was such a horrible person. I guess part of it was true I saw my life as something horrible. No I was not a emo girl who would dress up in black all the time with hair …show more content…
Let me tell you a bit of what went on around my house and how my life was. I never met my dad and so I was raised by a single mother. She was never home she was always working I had to stay with a babysitter every day all day. I was 7 when my mom met her new love who now is my step dad. That man is the worst man I’ve ever met in my whole entire life. He is the reason why I saw my life so horribly. He dislikes me actually he hates me we don’t get along at all. The reason why I was never home was because I hated being around him he would always treat me bad he was always calling me bad words he would always do anything to hurt my feelings. There wasn’t a day that I wouldn’t go to sleep crying. My mom was in love of course and she had two kids with him and like people say love is blind. She saw me suffer yet she wouldn’t do anything about it. I always pleaded her to leave that man but she never did and till this day she is still with him. I didn’t feel love towards my mom because I felt like she was always on his side. I didn’t feel like she deserved my love. I guess she cared about me but she just wasn’t good at showing it. I never wanted to make her proud anymore because when I did she didn’t even look proud it was …show more content…
She had kicked me out of the house so many times just so she can make my step dad happy. I couldn’t forget none of that I couldn’t forgive her. She tried so hard showing me how she had changed she would take me out she would be so nice to me she started showing how she cared for me. She then never let my step dad treat me bad she would stand up for me. Anyways she was now the reason why I wanted to change. She found out that I was way behind on my credits and I was probably not going to graduate. That day my mom cried because she was upset she was very disappointment in me and so was I for being the reason why she was shedding tears in front of my counselor. It was that day that I changed my perspective of school, life, and my mom. That was the day I decided to change and so I did. It was hard trying to catch up on my credits it was very difficult understanding what was going on in class when you rarely attend to school. I was trying very hard I had to attend to college classes and I had to go to summer school and I had to stay after school almost every day. My counselor didn’t want me to stay in that school she wanted to transfer me to a continuation school because she was

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