Personal Narrative: I Done One Exceptional Thing In My Life

I've only done one exceptional thing in my entire life. It was two months ago but I feel like an eternity passed since that day. I always thought about myself as a person who's impossible to get provoked. I based that opinion on my attitude towards Beca Baker, a girl who was trying to get on my nerves since the first day of high school. She was talking shit about me, pranking me - or at least trying to, she was way too stupid to pull of a successful prank - and making sure other people hated me as much as she did. Of course I could fight her - tell her to fuck off or spread some gross gossip about her but I felt like it would be too much effort. She wasn't as influential as she thought she was so I still had a few friends and was liked at school. I didn't care about Beca.

I really don't know why I did it. I guess I was just exceptionally tired, the history test was exceptionally hard and I was exceptionally irritated. Even the fact that I, Iris Reid, the calmest and laziest person in school was irritated was exceptional. I don't even remember what was that Beca did that made me so mad. Maybe she said something stupid about me. Maybe she threw an used tissue at me. I only remember her laughing and then me punching her in the face. Like, a solid punch right in her nose. Oh, by the
I was about to start a new school in september. I had two months. My parents made me go to the psychiatrist to talk about "my problem". So I went and told you about Beca. you told me to keep a journal to cope with my anger. I told you that I was only angry once so I there is no need for that but all I achieved was you talking another 30 minutes about something I really didn't care about. Something about me hiding my emotions and bottling them. So I promised to keep a journal. Just so I could leave. But then you also made me promise that I would show it to you when we meet again. So I