Seventh Grade Narrative

Not too long ago in middle school, did I experience a roller coaster of emotions in seventh grade. This was the year my math teacher gave me the motivation and confidence to work hard in school. Ms. Makus made seventh grade the most memorable experience I’ve had in school. I met such loyal and loving people-that I’m still friends with today. One amazing friend I met was my neighbor Bart. 2013 was the year where shooting rubberbands was a trend. In class, Bart would playfully slingshot rubber bands at me. He would always prank me and I never got the chance to prank him back. Little did we know such friends, can turn on each other so briskly. One morning in math, my friend Melissa and I decided to prank Bart, so he could get a taste of his

Therefore I wasn’t expecting anything, but to chill for the rest of the day. My mom, siblings and I were all in the car driving to Fred Meyers. As we pulled into the parking lot, my mom’s cell phone rang. I answered her phone and it was my dad. He has a calm tone to his voice, so it was shocking to hear my dad raise his tone into the phone. He started talking so fast that I couldn’t understand him, so I was extremely confused and my brain froze. I faintly hear the words, “Bart and gum”. These words made me realize what my dad was saying. I finally understood Bart told his mother about the gum prank that Melissa and I pulled. My dad informed my mother and I that Bart’s mom had called the principal and now she wants to sue us! As a seventh-grade girl that has never gotten in trouble let alone being sued, I almost had a heart attack! This was the most terrifying experience of my life. I was going to get in so much trouble due to a piece of gum! My parents are awfully strict and so it was extremely difficult to explain. I finally got them to understand what I did and why I did it. My dad was unbelievably enraged at me because Bart’s mother had contacted him at work. My mother screamed and talked so fast -which made it hard to understand. She was just confused and upset at me for not using my brain to study, but to prank my neighbor. I guess she thought the prank was clever in a

He explained that Bart’s mother arranged a time for me to go over their house; talk, explain and apologize. It was going to be the most embarrassing and nerve wracking thing a little seventh-grade girl can do. Rain down poured and drenched everything, leaving the weather reflecting how I had felt inside. My dad drove me to Bart’s house -though he lived walking distance. In the car, I was about to break down in tears. Struggling, I somehow managed to keep it all inside. Before I had the courage to go ring the doorbell, I sat in the car for a few minutes going over what I should say. That kind of pressure reminded me of how it feels to do a speech in school. My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I saw the door slowly open. The first thing Bart saw when he opened the door was my dad. He had a big golden retriever that he was holding back the whole time my dad asked for Bart’s mom. It turns out she wasn’t even home and we ended up meeting Bart’s dad. Mr. Pal was very pleasant and a nice guy. Surprisingly, he had no idea what was going on. At this point, I couldn’t hold my tears any longer and started to sob in front of everyone. I felt so humiliated and guilty for what I had done. I started apologizing to Bart while choking on my words, “I’m terribly sorry for pranking you in such a grueling way. Please don’t be mad at me. I never intended to hurt you like that”. Soon after, my dad asked Bart to stop