Winter Break Narrative

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It was a crisp winter day. The buildings glistened with snow, and the trees were decorated with icicles. Me and my mom pulled up to my school Lincoln Middle School. Winter break had come and gone and it was time to face the new year. I had gotten new clothes that I had thought made me look cool. I felt a sensation of confidence rush through me. I liked this feeling. When I was out of the car I could instantly see Karly Merryotte and her gang crowded around the door of the school. This meant I had to get past them. The moment I was within eyesight I could see them turning and laughing I knew they were laughing at me. I approached the door with my head down hoping to not be noticed. I heard there mocking “what does she think she is a hippie.” “more like a dork without a sense of style” I kept my head down. My head was lifted by Karly “When I talk to you, you look at me” I knew that I couldn’t say anything because it would make it worst. I made my way in side. As I did I could feel the rush of confidence that was once rushing through me had now faded and …show more content…

It just didn’t feel the same. My mom and I made our way to the car when she asked me why I was so silent I didn’t know what to say so I lied. I told her my throat hurt when I talk. I thought this should get me out of talking about my feelings. When we pulled up to school I was out the car before my mom could say goodbye. Class had started and as always Karly was in her same seat waiting for class to get out. I sat down by my friends and class had started and soon enough it was over. Time for the lunch. I was not gonna make the same mistake of being next to Karly so when i had made sure she had found her seat I went to the table farthest way. When lunch had come and gone it was time for recess the part I had dreaded the most. I knew I had to keep a low profile to not be noticed by

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