Personal Narrative Essay: Tour Of The Middle School

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It was two weeks before school when my mom got a call that just made her faint for a second. She said that the principal Mr. Tushman called to ask if I would like to volunteer to give a tour of the middle school for a deformed kid. My mom was about to call Mr. Tushman to tell him I can’t but I stopped her. Hey, I want to know how this deformed kid looks like. Even Jack and Charlotte volunteered to do it so why can’t I. Mom was surprised when I said his. “Hey, you don’t have to do this he is deformed,” she said but I said I wanted to do anyway. Dad was surprised I said yes to this I mean what’s the big deal he’s just deformed. He might just have a mark on this face and probably his one ear is closed or whatever. It wouldn't be that bad right. I was thinking about it all night, about how this can be and how weird it can be, it will be a new experience. It …show more content…
I was really mad and punched him back and we got into a fight which possibly the whole school watched or even heard. I know that Jack was suspended for the one week before the winter break and I got sent home right after the fight. And my parents were really mad that they sent a letter to Mr. Tushman saying August should get kicked out of the school and Jack should be suspended. I have a black eye and bruises all over my face and I had to go to the doc to get my face fixed. If you saw me you would scream because I looked kinda like August with this face. The winter break was really boring and harsh. My parents photoshopped my school picture and took August out it because it was disturbing for visitors to see and it got really annoying when they asked about August and not me. After the winter break, I started being really mean to August and started annoying Jack for what he did to me. And somehow Mr.Tushman knows it and I was expected to bring my parents to talk to Mr.Tushman after school about my behavior in

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