Personal Narrative Essay: My Most Heroic Deed

Decent Essays
Jeremy Metzger
Teacher S. Dhawan
English 10
27 October 2017
My Most Heroic Deed
It was November 13 2014, seventh grade, I'd have spent a solid week or two at the new school I just transferred to. It was a usual day, I entered my fourth period late, tossing my late excuse paper to the teacher, not saying a word, getting a couple glares, taking my seat anxiously hoping people would turn their eyes toward something or someone else. They did, but it wasn't the teacher, or the chalkboard. On the projector was history unfolding, the first comet landing ever, done by the "European Space Agency's Rosetta". It was a heroic breakthrough of science, people were excited. After the two minute video was done, another kid entered the room quietly. He had
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It was childish how they were acting, like I was in Elementary again, everyone pointing their fingers at someone and ganging up, not realizing what's going on. I noticed two of them walking up to him, I eased up to them, I took a breath and decided to speak out "This is ridiculous, back off and grow up." I said, and pushed them away, I was fully ready for backlash, but instead they did just as I asked, and walked back to their table. Slightly stunned, I sat down, and with hesitation threw the hood off the kid. "What's your uhm...name?" I said nervously, I didn't want trouble, only to help. "Shane, thanks for that, they always come over here and punch on me, poke at me, I don't know if I could have taken it today, no one ever notices it, not even the teacher, I'm happy someone did, thank you." He said, eyes pointed at the table.
I smiled, I felt like I just made my first true friend here. I knew I wasn't going to be liked by those kids after that, but I was okay with that. It might not seem like a lot, but to me I felt like I just helped someone from a breakdown, or a possible scene in the middle of class, I knew what that was like, to get bullied, to get ganged up on, I didn't want the same for anyone that didn't deserve it. I put my hand out, "Jeremy, cool to meet you Shane." We talked until the bell rang, we later became great friends, making excellent

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