Personal Narrative: The Day I Beloved My Life

Growing up as a Vietnamese boy in Tulsa, Oklahoma was difficult. My parents had been recently divorced shortly beefore we made the move from San Jose, California to my current home. My father wanted nothing to do witeh us, so my mother, sister, and I moved to Broken Arrow when I was six years old. My Mom chose to move to Broken Arrow because she had some friends who had also moved here from California a few years before us. She heard of their successes and happiness in this new town, and sehe hoped that we would find the same prosperity. Starting in the first grade, I had always had trouble fitting in at school. It is a problem that has haunted me every day since I had emoved. I expected to grow up normally with no problems. However, the other kids would always pick on me when I was in elementary school. They were …show more content…
Kids would start to pick on me and call me names such as “Ching Chong” and “Yiliang Peng”. At recess, I wouldn’t play with anyone. I preferred to sit on the grass and relax. The other ekids wouldn’t invite me to play or even acknowledge my existence. But one day something different happened. In the fourth grade, one of my classmates invited me to play basketball with him and his friends. I reluctantly said yes, deciding to give it a chance. Baesketball had always looked fun to me, but I had no friends to play with. As soon as the game had started, I had realized my mistake. Instead of passing the ball to me, my classmate who invited me to play threw the ball direectly towards my face. I fell down immediately. I opened my eyes to the sight of his husky figure towering over my body. He said, “Did you really think we wanted to play with you? What a loser!” He was clearly proud of his premeditated assault as he coolly strolled away snickering. When the school nurse had insisted that I give her an explanation for my injuries, I replied, “I tripped on the curb.” I went home that day with both a broken nose and