I sit in my bed waiting to get ready for school, thinking about the day ahead of me. Looking at the clouds as I meditate, I feel the positive vibes in my head. I think about the people I’m going to see and the topics the teachers will talk about in class. Attending Northridge High School, just outside of HollyWood, California, is quite average. Lost in my daydreams, I realize the bus will be here any minute. Ah well, here’s to the start of a new week.
Arriving at school, you’ll see the popular girls standing right at the entrance as always, and the jocks at their yellow and red sports cars. I try to look for my friends as I approach the doors, but can’t seem to find them. Barely stepping into the building, I can already smell the girls perfume. …show more content…
I try to say more, but neither of the boys listen to me. At this time there is still about 4 minutes until the morning bell rings, if I don’t try to do anything, then Mr. Bossman will come in and lose his marbles. I don’t want our teacher to feel stressed or have to deal with this issue that can be resolved. So I decided to try a different method of helping them work things out. I went over to them and tried making an effort to talk, but again they called me names and told me to go back to my seat.
“No, I will not go back to my seat. I will do whatever I can to resolve the problem, now you both better sit down and think about what is happening, do you really want to lose a friendship since 6th grade? “ I said.
Just then Dave hit me, he hit me so hard all I remember were those last few words I told them. About a few hours later, I awoke in the nurse’s office with a tremendous amount of pain. I felt my teeth aching and my bones swelling. I see bandages and medical supplies on the table and hear the teachers talking. I didn’t know what to do. I look up and see a mirror across from me, I see myself in the reflection and see the purple bruises and marks all over the left side of my face. I had a horrible headache, so I quickly laid back down on the
Arriving at school, you’ll see the popular girls standing right at the entrance as always, and the jocks at their yellow and red sports cars. I try to look for my friends as I approach the doors, but can’t seem to find them. Barely stepping into the building, I can already smell the girls perfume. …show more content…
I try to say more, but neither of the boys listen to me. At this time there is still about 4 minutes until the morning bell rings, if I don’t try to do anything, then Mr. Bossman will come in and lose his marbles. I don’t want our teacher to feel stressed or have to deal with this issue that can be resolved. So I decided to try a different method of helping them work things out. I went over to them and tried making an effort to talk, but again they called me names and told me to go back to my seat.
“No, I will not go back to my seat. I will do whatever I can to resolve the problem, now you both better sit down and think about what is happening, do you really want to lose a friendship since 6th grade? “ I said.
Just then Dave hit me, he hit me so hard all I remember were those last few words I told them. About a few hours later, I awoke in the nurse’s office with a tremendous amount of pain. I felt my teeth aching and my bones swelling. I see bandages and medical supplies on the table and hear the teachers talking. I didn’t know what to do. I look up and see a mirror across from me, I see myself in the reflection and see the purple bruises and marks all over the left side of my face. I had a horrible headache, so I quickly laid back down on the