Personal Narrative: Being A Lone Wolf

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“So this is what it’s like to be a lone wolf, having no one, my only friend is the one who looks back at me through the mirror.” I think this thought every day when I ride the bus, because I really have no friends. I sit in the very back of the bus, I go to school in a rather rural area in Pennsylvania, but my bus is packed. The elementary school kids are doubled and tripled in their seats, the high school kids are mostly doubled, accept for the three girls in seat eighteen, because nobody dared to sit with me. I wasn 't a weird kid, I didn 't move here recently, I did look bad, I had long black hair, 6”1 ', broad shoulders, rather slim but muscular from working on the farm, calloused hands from working with hay and tools, squared jaw, farmer