The Locker-Personal Narrative

Pain shot through the left side of my head caused by my skull being banged into the locker. A groan escaped my throat; thoughts raced around my head somehow faster than my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I never thought I would be in such a situation.

I was yanked from the locker, my body being slammed back into the cold metal again, this time my back was against it. I opened my eyes, in my peripheral vision was a boy with the build of a 30-year-old weightlifter towering above my small frame. The scent of his overbearing cologne filled my nose making me want to gag. My eyes became watery at the smell; my rapid heartbeat already making it hard for me to breath. Without looking at his face I could already tell that the person tormenting me was the school’s star linebacker, …show more content…
Looking over his shoulder, I saw a girl with auburn hair wearing an outfit that looked overpriced. This was his girlfriend Avery Cole, the parasite that infested the halls of our high school. Her eyes were crinkled like she was happy about my predicament. Like she was entertained by it. Looking over Morgan’s other shoulder, I see a girl pale with freckles. This was Breena Stigler. Every time I was slammed against lockers, pushed into girl’s bathrooms, and kicked to the ground, I noticed that she was always there watching….bystanding. I looked into her eyes, those hurt, desperate eyes that screamed mercy. Why was she screaming for mercy? I should be the one screaming for mercy, yet I wasn’t. I then glared into the eyes of Forest. His eyes were merciless. He looked like he wanted to take my life. A sudden wash of fear came over me. He always told me he was going to kill me and I always thought he was bluffing. But today I sure that he would squeeze the life out of me. I quickly scan around to find someone in the crowd to help me. With their phones out and their hysterical laughs, I quickly realized no one would help me. Not even Breena with eyes now filled with