Wafa-Personal Narrative

The bell was about to ring to signal the end of lunch. I had already walked over to stand in front of the exit so I could be one of the first ones to leave. There were already a few people standing there, the type of people that like to be early to class, but I was just impatient, and didn’t want to wait behind anybody. More people had slowly started coming and getting in line, waiting for the bell. The clock was right above me. I looked up and counted down the seconds in my head. Preoccupied with that, I couldn’t have predicted what happened next. My whole blouse was wet; something was soaking my top. I looked down to see my clothes soaked with milk and someone holding the carton right in front of me. It was Aqsa, a girl in my class who had recently started going to TiZA. She said “Oops,” but it wasn’t genuine; I could …show more content…
She was tall, thin, and had a dark complexion. She had no trouble making new friends because she was outgoing and could draw everyone in with her smile. She had a gap in between her upper two teeth, but it just added to her appealing features. This sounds cliché, but it is true: you should never judge a book by its cover; some people just have a way of deceiving everyone around them. Wafa was the polar opposite of me. She was extraverted, tall, and very confrontational; I was introverted, short, and passive most of the time. That was probably the reason I was such an easy target. Perpetrators often look for the person that will put up the least resistance, and that goes for any situation, not just middle school bullying.
Two of my friends escorted me to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I cannot recall anyone else who was there, not even the girls who escorted me to the bathroom. It was like the whole world had disappeared, and it was only Wafa and I left. The odds were stacked against me. I walked away, thinking, “What did I ever do to be treated like