Biggie Smalls-Personal Narrative

Everything stopped, everything a statue all around me. frozen in time. or at least that’s how it felt. I looked around, people staring at me, waiting. I wanted to talk but I couldn't say anything. I felt lost. I could only remember how this all came to be. It was a Monday morning, I’m walking to class, mumbling freestyle raps to myself. As I walk, I accidentally bump into a group of guys, falling as I turn to see them laughing. “Come on, Biggie Smalls! You should watch your step,” One of them said as I stood up, noticing them all start surrounding me. “Let's see if lil’ B.I.G. here can actually spit.” The same guy who I bumped into said, rolling up his sleeves. I could tell he’s the main one considering how the others follow him around.
After a good while, I hear one of his friends say “your turn, Biggie,” he shoves me forward as they await me to begin freestyling. I have a bunch of raps in my head, ready to spit as I open my mouth, nothing coming out. I choke, stepping back as they all break into laughter. “That’s what I thought!” The main one says. I soon realize who he was. I had him in Algebra last year, his name was John. he shoves me back, walking away as his friends follow. During lunch, I sat alone in the back, writing rhythms and poetry in my journal. I hear people laugh as I look up, noticing John and his posse pick out different people to diss on. He glances at me as I quickly pretend to right in my journal, hoping he didn’t start to pick on me. He chuckles as his friends watch him, standing on a table as he points at me. He begins to start taking shots at me as his friends do the same. I wanted them to stop, trying to get my head straight on focus on my journal, yet the constant sounds of their laughter distracted me. I open my mouth, wanting to shoot back with rhythms already playing in my head. I held back, not wanting to start a