Personal Narrative: I Just Say My Name

My teacher, Mrs. Williamson got everyone 's attention and started to introduce herself to the class. She told us her name, what she liked to do in her free time, and then about her family. She then told us that it was our time to introduce ourselves to the rest of the class. I had no idea what I was going to say about me. Should I say my name and what I like to do? Should I just say my name? I don 't know. Everyone was just saying their first name and what they liked to do in their free time, and my time to introduce myself was coming up. There were two people more before I went, and I felt as if they went so fast that they didn 't even say anything because before I knew it, it was my turn to introduce myself. Everyone 's heads all turned

Finally, the bell rang to go to second hour and all I was hoping was that second hour would be a little better than first hour. I walked to my locker to get my notebook and as I was getting it, my locker shelf fell down and knocked all of my books and notebooks out of my locker. There were so many people who walked past me and just looked at me and didn 't even bother to help, I didn 't really expect anyone to help the “ugly” girl anyway. I knew the tardy bell was soon going to ring because the halls started to get quiet and fewer people were roaming around. I gathered everything and started powering walking to my second hour, almost late. Again. There wasn 't assigned seats in this class though, so I sat by myself in the back corner of Mr. Hughes room. We filled out a about me paper and handed it in as our first grade to go in the grade book, and we didn 't do anything else the rest of the hour, which I was glad. I had my nose in my book the rest of whole hour and it made the time go by so much faster. I heard the bell ring again and it was time for me to go to first lunch. I went to my locker to put my books away and walked quickly to lunch. I was worried about where I was going to sit, and if I should sit by people who looked nice, or if I should just keep it safe and sit by myself and hope that maybe a group of people would sit next to me so I wouldn 't look like a loner at lunch, too. I soon decided to sit by myself and play it safe whenever I saw everyone in the

My home life got a little better because I wasn 't there nearly as much. Whenever I had free time, I would walk down the street to Miranda 's house. I did everything I could to get out of my own house. Miranda 's parents were always really good to me, too. They fixed me dinner almost every night and made me feel more welcome than my parents ever did in our own home. They treated me as if I was one of their own kids. My parents didn 't ever care whenever I went over there either. They were just glad I wasn 't home even though I never came out if my room anyway. Miranda 's parents eventually asked me if I would like to live with them because they knew how much I hated to be at my house and how bad my parents treated me. I told them I would love to. I ran home as fast as I could and asked my parents if I would be able to, and of course they said I could. I packed up all of my belongings and moved into the spare bedroom in the upstairs of Mirandas house. My parents never talked to me much after that either, they would just say “hi” to me if we passed them on the street or something. They acted as if they barely even knew me. They acted like I didn 't even live