Personal Narrative: My Trip To Magnet School

As a child, my parents blessed me with the opportunity to go to Phillip Shore Elementary School, a magnet school, and more importantly, a performing arts school. Going to such a place for education opened endless possibilities for my future. But it also opened my interaction with other kids to all kinds of different ethnicities and backgrounds. Once we were all on the same campus none of our differences mattered anymore. Or so it seemed on the outside. I was born a social butterfly, I skipped the stages of being a shy caterpillar and hiding in a cocoon, and went straight to being a vibrant smile with open arms, making me a prime friend for everyone. My parents both gave me the gift of gab and a fairly high IQ for a child of my age. I started …show more content…
He wiped his hand under his nose and sniffled pulling his knees closer to his chest like he was trying to disappear. I wanted nothing more than to hug him until he felt better, but I didn’t. I just spoke softly with him like it was just us in this blue tinted world inside the tube. Eventually he started to open up to me, revealing more about himself than I had ever known in the 2 years we had been friends.
His mother worked two jobs and hardly had time for him, when she did she was very oppressive in the life she allowed him to live. There was no father in the picture, it was hard to feel loved at home and harder to make friends at school. His voice would catch in his throat and break on words, the more he said, the more he cried. He became so vulnerable right in front of my eyes, showing just how fragile he really was behind this façade he wore every day.
He was lonely, and so empty inside. He desperately wanted healthy challenges, and desperately wanted someone to hold a conversation with him. He wanted friendships, to feel loved, to fit in. Time seemed to stop as all the strength he had to pretend he didn’t care until now disappeared and he was