Descriptive Essay: Social Alienation In Robious Elementary School

My ears ached as the cacophonous ringing of the bell signaled it was time for lunch. I picked up my lunch bag and slowly traversed to the lunch room only to see the mocking happy faces of kindergarten paintings that littered the enclosed hallways of Robious Elementary School. The lunch room was full of hungry kids who quickly made a dash to the lunch line to secure themselves a mediocre Red Baron pizza. Running to and fro, kids scattered to reach their predestined seats at each lunch table which was typically determined by popularity status. The Institute for Stuttering and Research describe this activity under the category of social alienation: the exclusion of others. Now it was my turn to take a seat at my specific table. I sat down quickly
The apple hit me in the throat with a fierce impact leaving me breathless and confused. I gasped loudly as the kids around me roared in approval and satisfaction as the ringleader of them all sat back and giggled smugly, pleased with what he had just done, reflecting another key example of bullying. Why would he do this to me? I thought he was my friend! My face turned red as the laughter began to belch forth from each kid’s mouth. My neck ached and it was numbed by the impact of that simple little red apple. It felt as if I was wearing body armor around my neck and then was hit with a .50 cal bullet. One moment I was in my typical norm routine and the next I was hit violently in the adams apple. I could feel tears begging to be let loose but I suppressed them with sheer will power and the little pride I had left in me. I had been humiliated in the most abstract and ridiculous way possible. I’ve been so nice to them and yet they still treat me like crap. At that moment I was hit with a heartbreaking and emotional truth about my social status and the predicament I was in, they didn’t see me as there friend, I was just there play toy, their victim. I glanced around the lunchroom to see if the lunch monitors by chance had the decency to look over and see me in such distraught and come to my aid, but they continued to prowl the perimeter of the room hounding kids that were undeserving of their attention. As my self esteem and pride began to progressively dwindle over the course of the lunch period, the boys began to settle down again and started cracking their same old crude jokes like nothing had ever