Personal Narrative: Standing Up For Me

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I had spent my sophomore year pretty much the same as the last weeks of my freshman year, hiding in the bathroom at lunch. I also started to have intense migraines that caused me to puke from the pain this combined with the secrecy of meeting those who still risked being seen with me for brief moment led to the suspicion that I was the king pin. The same girl who had spread rumors about me before had snap chatted a vid of me puking around school captioned “sloppy drunk” and the faculty had been waving there fingers in my face to see if I was high, the nurse was the only one who stood up for me for a long time when in reality I should’ve been standing up for myself. I lived my life like this until theater class, we had to preform monologue. …show more content…
They had never seen me without my oversized black hoodie on let alone as more than the “sloppy drunk” they even refused to go after me. She asked if I’ve ever acted before, I said no and later I was casted in the school …show more content…
one day after the stress had built up really high I had felt like cutting but knew I couldn’t because of the play I had sat on floor tearing paper into tinier and tinier pieces and for once in my life it wasn’t being ignored, removed, hidden, or accused of being on drugs it was “are you ok? You’re 15 your life hasn’t even started it’ll be ok.” I started to cry! I bawled so hard I ended up puking twice and no one snap chatted it or said I was drunk. I couldn’t talk to her about what was going on and at the time I hated going home, so she didn’t make me but she did help me calm down. We started to set up the stage for quire until the last things were the mics. She had me speak into one while she hooked everything up from the sound booth and I said everything. I said more than I’d ever dare type or write in a journal my mother might find until I heard myself echo through the auditorium