Personal Narrative

I sunk deeper into my covers as if it was possible to disappear from existence. Instantly wet covers meet my cheek and the familiar smell of home comes to me. I don’t remember how long I’ve been crying, my heart feels like an anchor was weighing it down. The words that keeps replaying in my head was I’m alone. I’m not good enough for him. He’s going to find someone better. I wish this is just a dream and things can go back to the way it was. But I knew I had to go to school. I had to stay strong to keep my tears from falling in school. I quickly looked for a pair of jeans, a hoodie, socks and my purple backpack. I turned the cold metal doorknob and headed outside, a rush of air hit my face. The moon was still in the dark sky, I liked walking

The walk to the bus stop was lonely. The flash back of us walking together happily to school threatens my tears to fall. But I told myself to keep strong, you can do this. A bus was on its way, the blue light is what helps me spot it. It stopped directly in front of me, the door opens. I greet the old bus driver with a smile and headed to a seat. The bus drive was long and slow, the twenty minutes it takes for me to get to school felt like hours. The stench of bitter sweat from the other passengers filled the bus stop. Finally… I press the button and the voice calls out “Virgilwood Drive North York General Hospital, Branson Site.” I push through the crowd of people, barely making it out due to my small structure. I walked across the street quickly, the number counting down slowly. The sidewalk with empty, I decided to come to school early. It became a habit, ever since because of him. I happened to come across Hannah, she told me “I told him everything. I was right, it didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t anything serious” as she gave me a reassuring smile as we parted ways. The door handle was stiff, but I managed to pull it open. I walked through the empty hallways, not a single student in

I don’t even know some of these people personally. All these questions were pondering my brain. Instead of going home early today, I decided to go to the old park bench near my school. The seat was warm as I leaned against it. I use to go here with him afterschool in the beginning. The sounds of birds chirping in the distance and the laughter of children in the distance calmed me. I closed my eyes to think for a bit. That’s when it hit me. I’m stupid, I repeatedly told myself. I should’ve force the people I love to stay, if they wanted to stay then they would’ve done it themselves. It was simply going to end this way one way or another. He wasn’t the smartest guy. He was clueless and broke promises. One day, someone even better will come along, there’s no reason to keep on grieving over this. It was the right choice. I no longer have to deal with fighting with him over and over. I no longer have to care about if he’s going to fail or not. He’s worthless to me. He “got over me” quickly and started to like my close friend who I appreciate set things straight with him. Someone like that isn’t worth my time. I’m worth way more and he’ll feel stupid for letting me go. I opened my eyes and got off the