Personal Narrative: I Call His Bugger Boy

I was a young boy in the 2nd grade at Muldoon Elementary. I Will not be using the actual names but let's call this kid Kyle. Kyle had a very bad flu and always snorted and sniffed his buggers up. I Remember he smelled weird too, he also always sneezed in his shirt and wiped his buggers with his shirt. He wasn't a bad kid, he was smart and nice, he was one of my peers but I didn't really know him. All I wanted to be was funny and popular.
First, Kyle was a lonely kid because no one liked to be around his buggers in fear that they would be nasty. Me and my friends thought it would be funny one day to call him bugger boy. This has haunted me my whole life. One little decision just to have a quick laugh turned into a Life Haunting Guilt. That day, my friends Kodak, Toneone, and I decided it would be funny to call him bugger boy. The thing was, the whole class joined in and the whole class was bullying this poor and innocent peer. I felt guilty at the time but I was afraid to tell the other kids to stop because they would probably call me a scaredy cat. Everything at that time was being the most liked kid at school, and I really admired “cool” kids. This one day thing turned into a everyday thing. The worst thing is, he had no friends. Kyle was a loner and …show more content…
We were both teenagers and we knew what respect was, we fully understood bullying, we both remembered the horrible past. Him the most. Kyle was tall, never really had friends or company, he never talked to peers that grew up with him. Everyone knew about the past, no one could hide from it, and no one would talk about it. Luckily for me, I saw him a lot in school and walked everyday feeling guilty. Having loss my mother, I realized how hard life was without a mother, how hard it was to live with another person. I could feel his pain as a child, I knew what I did wrong and I was not going to hide from it any longer. I was going to face my fears and do what was