Personal Narrative-I M Not Ready For Middle School

"Annabelle! Are you ready for school yet?", my mom shouted from the kitchen.

"I've been ready for ten minutes. Can we please go now?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there. Meet me in the car."

I darted out the door of my house to my mom's Chevy. I've been waiting for years for this moment. I bought new clothes, supplies, new everything. I just can't wait to start middle school. All the new people, sights, sounds, experences.

"I can't wait," I let out a quite sigh of relief.

My mom started the car and began to drive. Of course I made sure my clothes looked nice, and everything in bag were organized, though they would be the same after a week. We pulled up to the school. It was mainly white with a colored picture of a huge tiger on one of the
He folded his hands on his desk and cleared his throat. "Why have you requested to speak with me?" He said in an emotionless tone.

I swallowed hard, "I'm being bullied by many people at this school." I handed him a folded peice of paper containg the names. He opened it slightly and tossed it on his desk, aalmost with a 'dont need this!' type of manner.

"What are they doing to you that you consider "bullying"," he said, making air quotes with his hands as he said 'bullying'.

My hands began to shake again, "Well they started just calling me names. THen romers came along. Around the smae thime people began to push me as i waled by in the hall. And then. well. About a month ago. Well." i didnt want to say the last thing.

"Spit it out"

"About a month ago they stared throwing rocks at me," my eyes began to tear up. I couldnt hold it back anymore. Hot tears tricked down from the corners of my eyes as i shut them hard.

"Why did they start doing this?"

"I don't know. Iv'e always tried to be nice to them hoping they would stop. But they never do." I began to whip my cheeks with my sleeves.

"Do you have any evedence?" he said with a slight aditude.

"No. "

"Then i cant do anything. sorry." he leaned back in his
what do you mean you cant do anything?" teaars began rushing out again.

"Not evedence. No proof. No help from me."

I got up and walked out the door. School was going to be over in20 minutes. I walked outside the office and to the bathrrom that i sat in befotre. What does he mean he cant help? Hes the vice princpal, its his job to help the students. I replayed the words in my head over and pver. 'No evedence. No proof. No help from me.' Once the last bell rang i ran outside to school to my moms car.

My eyes were still red from the crying, "I need to tell you something."

"What happened? why were you crying?"

I told her everything. What everyone said about me, what they did, how i felt, everything. She held me as we cried together. She told me about how she was bullied too and told me she didnt want me going through that. We decided to put me in theropy. I began to learn how to cope with everything that the bullies did to me. I began to rebuild my confidence and learn that im not what they called me. Im more than how they treated me.

After everything that happened, I've learned that everyone will have their own opinions of me and some will be vocal about it. But do i need to listen? Or evem care? No. I've learned to love myself for who I