Personal Narrative Essay

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All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently. I had moved to …show more content…

The first day I walked into class I was stared at from head to toe by all these kids. Some laughed and whispered to other students. I had my hair braided and was wearing very bagy looking pants and a RBD shirt(mexican pop singers) , as I sat down a girl who was white asked me if I spoke english. I immediately looked at her and said “yes.” she turns back to her friends and say “doesn’t sound like it”I had felt so embarrassed and ashamed of myself.I didn’t have any friends the first school year , I was labeled as the “bean girl”. I had rarely ever spoke or interacted in class because , of how embarrassed I was on the person who I was. My grades started going down and I would get in trouble by the teacher for not interacting. I was constantly bullied by fellow classmates and at times they would intended to get me in trouble for things I never did.I was lost and confused at such a young age. These girls were picking on me just for being the person I was for

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