Sam Krood-Personal Narrative

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Everything was black. I felt the pain rushing through my body. One hit after another and all I could do was sit there and let it happen. Everyone was surrounded by us. All eyes were on me, I was helpless. Nobody was there to stand up for me. I was all alone. It’s not like this was the first time though, I was used to it. I’m Sam Krood and this is my story. I was the nerd at my school. Nobody really liked me and I didn’t have many friends. Actually I didn’t really have any but I didn’t like to admit it. I’ve been bullied my whole life. I’m not really sure why though. I thought that I was your typical kid. But other people didn’t think the same. Let me explain my life so far. My mom, she’s the Physical Ed teacher at my middle school and my dad takes on three different jobs and is never home. My grandma has colon cancer and is living with us since she had no other family in the state. I’ve only had one friend in my life. His name was Kevin. Even though it was in kindergarden I remember it like it was yesterday. We were best friends me and Kevin. We did everything together. He knew everything there was to know about me. I thought I knew everything about him too, but I was wrong. The beginning of first grade I walked into school alone. I looked for Kevin all day but I couldn’t find him. I almost felt like he was avoiding me and surprisingly he was. …show more content…

We were in seventh grade now and whatever friendship we used to have was now ancient history. We’ve both grown up but went our separate ways. He was the popular jock with the perfect life and I was the nerd with nothing. Kevin doesn’t like me at all and I’m not really sure why. I mean I didn’t do anything to him. But I was his target throughout the years. He was the person that made my life terrible. The person that made me feel worthless and like I was nothing, Kevin Block was my

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