Personal Narrative: Guilty

Guilty. I felt so guilty that day. The day I was embarrassed in front of my class. That day made me feel so guilty about what I did to her. Her name was June, the same name as mine. And what I did, I wish I could take back….forever. It was when I bullied her. I had made her feel the pain and sorrow I had felt. My life isn’t perfect, and me putting all the pain onto her made me feel gloomy. I felt like my family...rough and not caring about anyone. So now, I plan to make things right. In school today, I hoped to go to June T and apologize to her for how I acted. Things looked fine and I could see June T in her desk, ready for the school day. I was walking up to her until I was stopped by 3 kids. The shortest of the 3 had come up to me and sneered, “Well, if it isn’t June the fool.” The other

I wasn’t going to let them get to me, but of course, I couldn’t hold my anger in. “AND!?” I yelled at them. Anger rushed all over me as I began to stomp towards them. The 3 kids started to feel afraid, so they quickly ran back to their desks like cowards. I was done for the rest of that day and thought the apology can wait. The next day was the same, me feeling angry and guilty. I thought it would be better if I apologized to June T on the phone without any distractions from the kids at school. I had seen June’s address when I was tormenting her, so I checked the phone book for her phone number. I had found it and was about to call her in my room until my parents started yelling at eachother. I dropped the phone and ran downstairs. I decided to go downstairs and make it stop, but my dad only yelled at me and told me to go to my room. Once again, I couldn’t hold my anger in, so I stomped off upstairs for the rest of night. Another chance blown. I was getting sick of it, there’s always something interrupting