Personal Narrative: Middle School

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Who would have known that middle school could be so cruel. Seriously, at that young age I thought that the kids would be sweet as gum drops. I was dead wrong. It was as if it was a crime to not have been a stick figure. It was a crime for to embrace your intellectual side. It's a shame that a learning environment is turned into a mental prison with no escape. Throughout sixth through eighth grade it was a never ending torture. Yep that's right torture. It was as if there was a sign hanging above my head that read "easy target." No I was not mean nor someone that was cocky either. I was an average kid that didn't know what was ahead of her in life. I was sweet and nice like sugar and spice but I also knew how to chose the company I kept. No one ever really me, even though that's not the reason why we go to school. It was as if I couldn't turn a corner because out of nowhere people where laughing, murmuring, and looking at me in disgust. Towards seventh grade it became to much. A lot of thoughts used to run through my mind. I used to think i didn't belong on earth. In that case I did try to commit suicide but someone stopped me. Today I thank this person if it wasn't for them I don't know where I would be today. …show more content…
She told me that I shouldn't do this:It was a stupid decision for me to harm myself because of how the kids treat me. Ever since that day I stuck to what she said. I ignored the haters as one would say. I worked even harder at school. Now that I'm in high school I realize what she was telling me. Yes I am smart, pretty, and most of I can do whatever I put mind to no matter what anybody say nor do. Since my freshman year in high school I have been doing my best. It is going on my fourth year in high school and I have completed so much. I ranked number one of my class and I'm participating in a various amount of

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