Personal Narrative: The Gang Of Misfits

The Gang of Misfits Red, all I see is red. Flashes of punches, crowds of people, and sounds of cheering meet my eyes, and anger fills my every being. I have become so sick and tired of this place, some may call it high school, but I call it prison with a view. The gang of misfits weren’t always the gang of misfits, we used to all be alone until today because today is the day I fought for my freedom. Let’s take this story back to the start of freshman year, not too long ago, but feels long enough. Shawn Summers is my name, and this is the story that started the beginning of the gang of misfits, or at least my part. Every school has their own system for their people, at this one there were the normal kids that no one really noticed outside of their own groups, the “losers” that always get picked on I fit in this category, and then there were the J’s. They were called the J’s because every one of their names began with a J, they are Justin, Jordan, Jessie, and Jennifer, leaders of the sophomore and junior class. I guess my being a freshman provided them open season on any and every torment that a …show more content…
“So are we going to do this or what?” I asked mustering up all the confidence I had left when out of nowhere I am punched from the side. Jordan had broken away from the pack and punched me right in the side of my face, and that is when it all turned. I filled with anger from everything that they have done to me since the beginning of freshman year, it had all built up to this moment just to explode like a volcano. I saw red and was throwing punches like my life depended on it, it felt so good to be on the better end of things. I needed to let out this rage that I had just pushed down letting these people walk all over me. I was so focused on this task I didn’t notice that I was pummeling these two guys, enough to where people had to pull me