Personal Narrative: Humanity

I remember being a very sassy, rebellious, careless, and pot-headed fifteen year old girl, who had the external facade that “I do not care about other people's opinions of me, if they don’t like me they can go fuck themselves.” However, internally I wanted to cry when people did not like me and ask why are people so judgmental? As if I would get the answer to this question, but at that time, I had given up on living up to people’s expectations such as my parents, teachers, and friends because people saw me differently by my actions and not what I said. Therefore, I decided that I would make my own choices and shut off my “humanity” (e.g from my morals, ethics, kindness, and empathy). Though, little did I know that the decision I was about to
Though, I wanted to point out that it was not even mine to begin with, it was my friend Stephanie's considering that earlier during the day she asked me if I would hold it for her until the locker raids were done which was usually during sixth period. However, I did not know that the raids were happening during my P.E class (which was fourth period) and as a result I was exposed for having weed in my locker. Nevertheless, when I was caught I try to keep the appearance of a badass (such as Jim Stark from the movie Rebel Without a Cause) in the work, but deep down I was scared shitless for the consequences that waited for me with the school and at
However, much to my surprise he decided that in order for this ordeal to be resolved. He would ask Stephanie to confirm my story and if that was the case, then we both would get the same punishment. Which was fine by me because my mentality at the time was that Stephanie’s, my friend she would not lie. We are friends, after all. However, this naive mindset was the very undoing of myself and my friendship with