Personal Narrative-Home

It was about 8:00 at night, my heart was pounding, my breathing became irregular, uncontrollable tears slid down my face. I felt the warm tears just dropping onto my hands. I walked into the bathroom, getting ready to shower. I slowly turned my head, up, down, left, and right. I didn’t really know what to do at this point. Multiple things built up to this point and this story was only one of them.
It was in fifth grade in school, the bell just rang and my friends and I sprinted through the hallway to the park to hang out.
But, there was a huge problem, one of my friends named Melody earlier said, “Let’s leave Krista, I don’t want her to come with us.”
So the rest of us, Jill, Wanda and I listened, even though she was a “friend” of ours and

now we were at the park, shopping at the ice cream truck and hanging out.
About 30 minutes passed and we started to walk back to our elementary school park.
I was looking down not noticing anything until I heard someone said, “Look, she’s over there.”
I soon lifted my head a bit, licking the frosty, chilled, delicious ice cream and saw her sitting down alone on the dirty, hard blacktop.

We started to walk towards her and engage a conversation with her like nothing happened. We all acted like we never neglected her and we were all friends. It was really obvious that she was mad at us.
But, the reason why Melody said that we should leave her and not let her come was because she would always talk smack about us and lie all the time. Every single day, she would always hang out with us and pretend to be our friend, because people didn’t like her and we were the only people she could talk with. We were done with it, and we didn’t want to be her friend. But, this was in 5th grade are now all really close friends and we all probably even forgot this ever happened but on with the story.
It was about a few hours later, I got home finish my very simple homework, and now I’m currently lying on my bed on my cracked Ipod scrolling through the feeds of Instagram. I soon got annoyed when I noticed I kept getting notifications on Kik. I clicked out of my Instagram wondering what was going on, and found out that someone had made a huge group chat with multiple people. One person I remembered mostly was this girl named

Rose.
She was one of my “good friends” I guess. We hung out a couple of times but not that often. What I remember specifically about her is that in the group chat she basically started bashing me and the other people in the group chat. She called me multiple names, told other people’s secrets. It was horrible. The only reason she started to blow up like that is because I liked her boyfriend.
You see, I had a crush on this boy since the 3rd grade. His name was Dale. Him and I would talk a lot and I genuinely thought he liked me. But that wasn’t the case. I got my hopes really high up just to be crushed 10x as much in the end. He started dating Rose. We were still close friends and talking, but I was just devastated.
Anyway, the girl Rose stopped texting in the group chat and did something really unexpected. Even though she was bashing me, she kinda helped me. She went on private chat and sent me a screenshot of the girl Krista saying some really nasty things about Melody, Wanda, and I. But, if you remember there was one more girl named Jill. She let her off the hook even though she did the exact same things as us.
Jill was my best friend since the 3rd grade. She was a very good friend I can trust. But, the confusing thing is that she admitted multiple times she hated Krista too. Krista let her off the hook though. She thought that she was the only person who didn’t hate her, she was wrong.
Back to the group chat, Rose kept talking smack some more and Melody kept defending everyone there. She didn’t like that so she spilled one of her secrets. Melody trusted her the most out of everyone, but since that happened, she stopped trusting her for a while.
About an hour later, the group chat stopped and I now had to go take a shower and that’s when I got here really depressed. Everything that happened before this started to build up that’s how all of that happened.
One thing I have learned is to be careful to who I choose to be friends with because I will never know, they could be gossiping about me everyday and I would never know about it. I have also learned to never get my hopes up. When I get my hopes up, I will expect something to happen and will soon learn that the only thing that happens is my feelings get crushed or it didn’t turn out like how I planned it to be. As well as, not letting somebody calling me names and bullying me get to me This experience made me stronger because I feel