Personal Narrative: Nathanial Wake Up

“Nathanial Wake Up!” Were the words that had abruptly woken me up in the middle of math class. I was having the same reoccurring dream for the tenth time this month, I saw myself in the third person being punched over and over again. The ones punching me would be doctors, politicians, teachers, anyone of any occupation would be punching me, almost as if I was a good luck charm. There was also a man tied on a surgical bed, every time I was punched his scars would heal, and his anguish slowly turned to a smile. This dream of mine would worry me sometimes however it had gotten old really quickly. I saw my math teacher looking at me, her face was no more then a foot away from me, and I jumped. Imagine being woken up by someone yelling your name and seeing a lady that looked no younger then 75 look at you from a foot away. I jumped backwards barely able to make out a screech …show more content…
The one thing she said that stood out to me was that there are many people who I would meet that would give me special treatment because I was autistic. And I should never take it to heart no matter how bad I feel if someone does anything to me, good or bad, because I’m autistic I should take it with a grain of salt. She said that many people’s intentions and actions would be misguided because of my autism and I should not feel bad about it or blame myself for it.
I went into the bathroom, looking at my face I felt it was ugly I hated it, but at least there was someone who liked me, her name was Clara. I splashed my face with water a few times to wipe off my tears, those coming from resentment and hatred. I walked out of the bathroom, with my head up, I can’t show people that I was sad. I walked down the hallway to my locker got my things and tried to leave as fast as possible, I ran into Clara, my girlfriend on the way