Personal Narrative: First Day Of School

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Epilogue
The first day of school: take three was a success. As I thought so, they were scared of me and my reputation, and I went home with a happy feeling in my stomach. They’re scared of me, I thought. I’m not the nerd that I used to be. I knew from this day that everything would change. Nothing will ever be the same, with Erik arrested and everyone trying to stay away.. The next day, lunch was different. Everyone was trying to get away from me this time. Not the other way around. I was eating lunch and I was really lonely, since nobody wanted to sit by me. I was sad and a little upset of the way that things have been, but it did spark me that I wasn’t the scared one. Nobody invited me to their house, nobody wanted to play with me, and …show more content…

However, I started to hate this life, but towards the end of school, someone decided to make it worse. She was from Helena, Montana, and she was one of those girls that are ugly yet fierce. Her eyes always seemed to be filled with fire, and she walked with a stomp that terrified everyone. Her name was Olivia, and she walked straight up to me to ask me a single question.
“Are you Paul Fisher?” she asked fiercely. I didn’t know what to say. Was she mad at me , or was she happy to see me. I wanted to be on her good side so I replied with a gruff,
“Yeah. Yeah I am. Is there a problem with …show more content…

What did I just do? Who knows what this girl has done. For all I know she might have murdered someone. Should I tell her that I am not the person that she thinks that I am, or should I live up to the expectations of my bad boy reputation. This whole thing of meeting at this place tonight sounds a little sketchy and a little weird. Mom picked me up at school at around 3:00pm. Today felt different… I did not know what was this odd feeling was and what it was coming from. As we got home Dad seemed like he was trying to hide and keep something from us. I decided to just let it go, since he has been quite moody since Erik was arrested. For the next couple of hours I decided to work on my homework and I was texting Tino about how the Tangerine farm is going. Everything was good on the tangerine farm and all of the tangerines are healthy and ripe. Tino said that at Tangerine Middle School everything's the same, including the soccer

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