Personal Narrative: Turning Red In High School

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It’s the beginning of the Kindergarten year. A boy always made fun of how I always had my hair pulled up. It was an everyday occurrence. So I took matters into my own hands, without getting help first. Getting help is what I do when something comes up. But this time I just passed the thought of getting help by. One day I walked into class and the smell of crayons and the sweet scent of strawberries hit me. As I started to paint a picture, he sat in front of me. Then he looked back and started saying things. I could feel my face turning red. After thirty minutes of dealing with it, I couldn’t take it any longer. He had finally crossed the line. That’s when the idea of cutting off his ponytail came to mind. I thought that the idea