I Still Remember Me Narrative
still remember her. I still remember.
High school is a time of pain and glory, of smart elites and expelled burnouts, of brown nosers and lazy group members. It can be easy, or it can be terribly hard, but mostly it’s just there. Like a constant buzzing in the back of your mind, never fully recognized or dismissed. It is impossible for adults to fully remember what they experienced in high school.
It’s hard enough for teenagers to remember what happened the year before last. This fact, and this fact alone, makes my story so sad, So desperate and miserable. Because it will not be remembered. The stories before it were not remembered and neither will the ones in the future. They will all melt into history, crushed in between the pages of a dusty …show more content…
The harassment was still as bad as ever. They weren’t tired of it. They fed off it.
They wanted her pain and misery. They wanted her to suffer. Finally, I couldn’t watch it anymore.
My friends thought it was bound to end soon. I thought differently. It shouldn’t have gone on for this long. Then, one afternoon, when the new girl was absent, I went to the guidance office and explained what had been going on. I said that I was worried and really wanted it to stop.
“Why didn’t you tell me before it got this bad?” she asked me. I shrugged. I didn’t really know why I hadn’t told anyone, why anyone hadn’t told them. We were just kids. Telling us what to do if such an event were to happen doesn’t prepare us for when it actually does.
The next day, we found out the new girl was dead. She had committed suicide the night before but her parents hadn’t known until they got home from work. The school turned to chaos. Tears, apologies, even a circle of grief around her locker. The guidance counselors interrogated the people who had been picking on her but they had such legitimate grief, she couldn’t really blame them for anything. No one stood up to point the finger. They said she was a “poor, tortured soul.”
14.
“Never
High school is a time of pain and glory, of smart elites and expelled burnouts, of brown nosers and lazy group members. It can be easy, or it can be terribly hard, but mostly it’s just there. Like a constant buzzing in the back of your mind, never fully recognized or dismissed. It is impossible for adults to fully remember what they experienced in high school.
It’s hard enough for teenagers to remember what happened the year before last. This fact, and this fact alone, makes my story so sad, So desperate and miserable. Because it will not be remembered. The stories before it were not remembered and neither will the ones in the future. They will all melt into history, crushed in between the pages of a dusty …show more content…
The harassment was still as bad as ever. They weren’t tired of it. They fed off it.
They wanted her pain and misery. They wanted her to suffer. Finally, I couldn’t watch it anymore.
My friends thought it was bound to end soon. I thought differently. It shouldn’t have gone on for this long. Then, one afternoon, when the new girl was absent, I went to the guidance office and explained what had been going on. I said that I was worried and really wanted it to stop.
“Why didn’t you tell me before it got this bad?” she asked me. I shrugged. I didn’t really know why I hadn’t told anyone, why anyone hadn’t told them. We were just kids. Telling us what to do if such an event were to happen doesn’t prepare us for when it actually does.
The next day, we found out the new girl was dead. She had committed suicide the night before but her parents hadn’t known until they got home from work. The school turned to chaos. Tears, apologies, even a circle of grief around her locker. The guidance counselors interrogated the people who had been picking on her but they had such legitimate grief, she couldn’t really blame them for anything. No one stood up to point the finger. They said she was a “poor, tortured soul.”
14.
“Never