Personal Narrative Essay

When I was younger I was shy and quiet. As a result I became a victim of bullying. It hurt and I was constantly upset because I wanted to be friends with everyone. I wouldn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to get my “friends” in trouble. When my sister came along things changed. I didn’t want her to ever feel like I felt, so I didn’t let it happen. As we advanced in grades the bullying also reached new levels. Whereas I treated everyone with the same level of respect as my closest friends, there were others who treated them as if they were lesser beings. At the beginning of my senior year of high school I made a new friend. Her name was Kenesha and she had just moved to our city. I gave her a tour of the school and helped her find her classes on her first day. She was very grateful, and sought me out in the hallways and at lunch. I introduced her to my friends, but eventually she made her own. I would see her …show more content…
Do you all remember that new girl Kenesha?” asked my friend Alonza at lunch one day. “I heard that Butterbean has been fighting her every day this week,” he said. “Why?” I questioned. “I don’t know, but let’s walk a different way to class today,” he commanded. As we are walking back to class we see a crowd begin to form, and hear laughter. We make our way to the front and see Butterbean shoving Kenesha and yelling curse words at her, and she’s not fighting back. Looking around I notice that not one person who called themselves her friend looks willing to step in and put an end to the situation and this angers me.
People tend to be afraid of Butterbean because she is constantly at the forefront of a physical altercation. At one point in time, Butterbean and I used to be neighbors. I learned what kind of person she was during that stint. I knew that talking to her would be of little use, and decided that it would be best to just walk away. So that’s exactly what we did. I walked up to Kenesha and linked my arm with hers and walked her to