Personal Narrative Essay: My Math Problem In High School

Room 22B Halloween, October 2013, I was sitting in my math classroom contemplating the last two of the thirty math problems I needed to complete. My math teacher, Coach Cov, was sitting at his desk thumbing through papers. Frowning at my answer for a simple algebra problem, I decided request assistance from my best friend Delaney, who was sitting in front of me. “Delaney, can you please help me out with the last two problems?” I asked my best friend. She was doodling on her sheet. Delaney had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes. “I don’t know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders she went back to doodling anime characters. “Thanks for the support,” I muttered. I became slightly irritated over her refusal to help me, but as usual

I ran to the locker room, hoping to get there first before the rest of the girls. I liked a clean area to change my clothes, and when my peers came in the clean area I wanted soon disappeared under a heap of clothes and dirty tennis shoes. I quickly pulled on my shirt and skirt and changed my tennis shoes for my floral boots I wore constantly. I hurried to the high school entryway. “Geez, wait up Leecy your too fast for me!” Delaney cried, she refused to run. She hated any form of cardio or physical activity. “Not waiting!” I said, giggling to myself as I rushed to the door that lead to the high school hallway. I opened the door and fled inside, Delany managed to catch up to me. Coach Elder was way ahead of us, heading towards the middle school. “I wonder what she’s up to,” Delaney said, flattening herself against the hallway her eyes carefully followed Coach Elder’s movements; Delaney looked like a novice spy on a her first covert mission. “No.” I snapped, she started pouting. Rolling my eyes, I knew she would pout for the rest of the day if I didn’t give in. “Fine, we’ll follow her,” I said. “Yay!” Delaney cheered as she led the way. “Look she’s going to room 22B, our math room!”Delaney exclaimed as we peered around a corner at her. She was knocking on the

Stop!” I yelled in my dream like state. I became paralyzed, I couldn’t lift my head or move my legs to save me from this horror. I was being held down against my will. All of a sudden, Destiny popped into my head. Whatever this malevolent creature was, he knew how Destiny disappeared. I could move my body, and the mumbling stopped. I sat straight up and looked over to my gray chair in the corner of my room. There sat a well-dressed man in a fine linen suit, smoking a cigar, a cup of whiskey in his hand; a dead rose in his jacket pocket. A fedora shielded his face from my eyes. Then with a voice as clear as day he said, “Welcome to room 22B, the room of filthy pleasure and exotic delight.” “22B?” I asked. I hadn’t heard 22B in a long time, too long it seemed. He sat up and started to lunge at me, his ghostly hands reaching out to grab me. A feeling of lust and longing filled me, I was trying to fight back, and I couldn’t. Then he disappeared, gone. I could still smell the cigar smoke in my room. I turned on my light and ran my fingers through my hair. But, all I could see was Destiny in my head. Then suddenly it all seemed to make