Personal Narrative Essay: The Last Two Years Of My Life

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I remember sitting on the edge of a wooden brown chair facing the crowded streets outside my favorite cafe on a bright sunny day, phrasing the truth about the past two years of my life word by word. I would fold my short tanned legs underneath me, unfold them, then cross them, then fold them up on the hard wood chair trying desperately to make myself feel more comfortable. The rays of sunlight shining in through the large glass windows in front of me made my olive skin glow, and tips of my naturally jet-black hair glimmer with various shades of brown. Nothing about my inside was glowing though. “They just want you to be happy”, Tom reminded me when he saw that I had stopped typing and blanked out with fear. He looked at me with soft green eyes …show more content…
Two, he has more important things to do than babysit me. Three, my friend will be there. The only time we would even be alone is on the bus. So what are you all so worried about?” My knees were getting weak as anger and fear trembled through the bones of my body. They can say whatever they want; they can’t stop me from going. Now that Tom is here, how can they go back on their words, this is unbelievable. “I don’t care what you say. You are a young single woman. What do you think others will say when they see you go off on a trip alone with a boy? If you do this, you will look like a cheap and easy girl. I’m telling you this for your own good”, grandma warned me with glaring eyes before walking out of the room. Tears were streaming down my face, tears of frustration and sadness. I dashed passed her up the stairs to my room, and when Tom saw me, his face flashed with absolute confusion and concern. He had no idea what all the fuss was about and I knew even he would not understand what I was feeling. “Eng, where are you going? What’s wrong?”. Before he could stop me, I slammed my heavy bedroom shut with every fiber of fury burning inside my body, causing the walls to rattle all around me. Sinking my weary body into a mess on the cold tiled floor, hugging my knees to my chest, I sat there crying for what seemed like hours until my body rid itself of all the tears it could produce. I missed boarding school, my safe haven, my freedom, where no one could tell me what to do, where I didn’t have to face my family or conform to a lifestyle that I

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