Personal Narrative Essay: Bullying In Middle School
“Stop!” My voice cracked as I screamed. “Please! Let me go!” They pulled and tugged on me, refusing to let me go. All I could do was scream and wait for what nightmare the bullies intend to put me through this time. “Ha Ha!” One of the bullies laughed obnoxiously. “Guys! Check this out!” He pulled down my sleeve to reveal the cuts upon my wrists.
“Woah! That's so edgy!” Another one of the bastards snorted.
I kicked and squealed. Begging for them to release me. But it's just silly for me to believe they would give me mercy. This torture has been going on for almost all of my life so far. I was happy in elementary school. But then middle school rolled around, I was made fun of for everything, like my existence was a crime…. A mistake. Everything was always my fault. Two kids would fight. Then just like that, I was called to …show more content…
Except for one person, a male. With many friends and seems happy. He thinks everyone believes his fake smile. But I know on the inside he is dying. Just like me. The only reason I think he is an ok person is because, he doesn't pick on me, in fact sometimes he helps me. I wish he was here to help right now, but it’s after school hours and he would be gone until tomorrow.
One of the bullies, who goes by Darek, grabbed my legs, lifting the lower half of my body off the ground. Then the top half was lifted up too, by Jason, probably the worst out of all off them. I hate him more than anything in this world. HE is the one that made me this way. They both started to carried me towards a huge forest. One so dangerous just thinking about it made most kids cry. But not me. “People as freaky as you shouldn't be here!” Jason laughed “Heh! What if she survives and comes out a super buff person!” Darek squeals “And! Tries to kill us for revenge!” “That would be so cool! Too bad no one makes it out of the forest alive. Not even professional teams of survivors! So of course someone as weak as her won't make it
“Woah! That's so edgy!” Another one of the bastards snorted.
I kicked and squealed. Begging for them to release me. But it's just silly for me to believe they would give me mercy. This torture has been going on for almost all of my life so far. I was happy in elementary school. But then middle school rolled around, I was made fun of for everything, like my existence was a crime…. A mistake. Everything was always my fault. Two kids would fight. Then just like that, I was called to …show more content…
Except for one person, a male. With many friends and seems happy. He thinks everyone believes his fake smile. But I know on the inside he is dying. Just like me. The only reason I think he is an ok person is because, he doesn't pick on me, in fact sometimes he helps me. I wish he was here to help right now, but it’s after school hours and he would be gone until tomorrow.
One of the bullies, who goes by Darek, grabbed my legs, lifting the lower half of my body off the ground. Then the top half was lifted up too, by Jason, probably the worst out of all off them. I hate him more than anything in this world. HE is the one that made me this way. They both started to carried me towards a huge forest. One so dangerous just thinking about it made most kids cry. But not me. “People as freaky as you shouldn't be here!” Jason laughed “Heh! What if she survives and comes out a super buff person!” Darek squeals “And! Tries to kill us for revenge!” “That would be so cool! Too bad no one makes it out of the forest alive. Not even professional teams of survivors! So of course someone as weak as her won't make it