Essay On Personal Narrative: Standing Up For African Americans

Kids all around me whispered excitedly to each other about the party in the park that afternoon. All of us black kids, were going to get out of school and go down there. We are all so eager to see that signal that none of us were paying attention to the teacher. After a while, Mrs. Tiller just gave up on teaching us and started grading papers. We all are waiting by the windows anxious to see when we got to run and join our friends. We are sitting here contemplating what we are about to do. I don’t want to think about the time when we would be stuck in jail. I just want to think about us standing up for all of the blacks. My ma and pa don’t want me to go with everyone. but , for once, I won’t listen. I will be a proud black and stand up for
my rights. If my ma came and protested with us, she could lose her job. So me and my seven brothers are going to protest for her. My brothers are nervous about it. But I’m ready. I want to show my support of Dr. King. Suddenly, a boy runs up to the windows and yells, “It’s time!” I run to the door and yanked it open. Everyone started streaming out of the classrooms whooping and hollering. People are so excited they are climbing out the windows! As I burst through the front doors I am ecstatic. The slam of fresh air feels so good! I feel free! I start sprinting and