Personal Narrative: Waking Up
Waking up in a dark room, not being able to move. I was frightened, not knowing where I was. My head turned towards the bright light in the hallway looking at my friend who entered the room and asking me if he could have a talk with me. I sat with him for hours talking about his struggles and his thoughts about his environment, not wanting to go to school because he’s terrified, feeling as if he doesn’t belong there. “You have so many friends at school, who love you for the way you are, love because you’re real, you’re true not only to yourself but others.” I said to him. “I’m scared of getting jumped, get beaten up for no reason, and you know there are guys who actually told me they were. They’re in gangs, they don’t play around, if something