School Carreer Narrative

classroom, and to the beginning of our school carreer. One day, when my class was walking to the library, I tripped and hurt my knee. No one was helping me up and they were walking all over me, but then a girl in my class names Romona, reached her hand down to help me up. She had long, thick black hair and was very pretty. I thanked her and we walked together. Our budding friendship didn’t last long, however. I started to make more friends, and I let the popularity get to my head; I turned into a bully. I was sitting in a tire that was on the playground with my friend, Katrina, when Romona stuck her head in and asked if she could sit with us. I laughed in her face and decided to pull on her hair. I bullied her a lot after that. I even bullied
I transfered to a school in the middle of no where, called Elder Grove. The summer before third grade, I rode my scooter around and around my dad’s truck and practiced how to introduce myself. When I started, I made quite a few new friends and enjoyed the new school. It wasn’t until sixth grade that I started to hate school. In the sixth grade, I started riding the bus. At first I was excited, but then it all went down hill; It first started with rumors. A girl named Brenna started a rumor that my best friend and I were lesbians and that we made out on the bus. The rumor spred like wildfire and soon enough both of us were being made fun of for it. After a while, a boy on the bus started to harrass me. He inentially get to close to me so I would press myself up against the window. He would burp in my face, and say sexual things to me to make me feel uncomfortable.One day, I got off the bus crying and my dad chased after the bus and yelled at everyone over it, which just made it worse. Once eighth grade graduation came along, I was excited to get out of there and move onto a new school, new friends, and hopefully new