The Cheerleader-Personal Narrative

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I walked through the halls reading my third book of the week. I was interrupted from my story when I ran into Chance Anderson. Of course. “Hey! Watch it punk!” “I’m sorry,” I replied and tried to walk away avoiding any attention. Chance is the typical big scary jock that is captain of the lacrosse team and dates a cheerleader. He bullies anyone with a lower social status, including me. The cheerleader he dates isn't just any cheerleader though, it's Casey Rockwell. She’s captain of the cheerleading squad, prettiest girl in school. I have had a crush on her since 4th grade. “Well what do you know, Michael Winters.” Uh oh. I turned around slowly, all six feet of chance stood towering above me. “Um, hi chance,” I said with a shaky voice. …show more content…
I better get an A,” Chance said. “Yeah um, about that.” my voice got smaller as I spoke “I didn't do it.” “what are you trying to tell me Winters?” I filled my voice up as much as I could with anything but fear. “Well, I thought that maybe you should try doing it yourself for once, and if you tried it you would understand it so you could do it yourself next time.” He looked furious. by then everyone in the halls were surrounding the scene. I didn’t wait for a response. “Well, have a good day” With a nod of my head I was off in the other direction, my friend Justin quickly at my side pounding me with questions of how I stood up to Chance. “Hey Winters!” As I turned around Chances knuckles connected with my eye. I fell to the floor, hands clasping my face. Deciding to fight back, I shot out my hand but it connected with nothing. Just then everyone got quiet, silent murmurs bustled through the crowd.
“How did you do that,