Personal Narrative: My First Day In Middle School

(More dramatic beginning) Choking and laughing through the cigarette smoke as I sit around the smoking area listening to the seniors tell their crazy drunken stories and cat call at the numerous ladies. This is the dream for any freshmen, but not what I expected when I was thrust into Younglife weekend camp January of my freshmen year.

These same kids who bullied me in middle school were acting like my good friends cheering me on whether it was my failing effort in Gotcha or chanting “chug, chug, chug” as I ruined my small stomach. Just hours ago, I had slowly crept on the bus, book in hand, to be dissected by the eyes of 50 upperclassmen, swiftly dismissed as I scampered to a seat in the very front, feeling very alone. I hoped and prayed that no one would ask for my name. All the memories of my lisp and stuttering making my name sound like a foreign language rushed to my mind. I had never been to Younglife club before, and it was uncommon for someone to just show up for the weekend camp. I had heard that the people who went to Younglife were heathens, and by the continious yelling I heard from the back of the bus as I tried to finish my book, I believed all the rumors.My mom had thrust her little Christian boy into the lions den or more appropriate the Dawgs Den, half of these students were in the obnoxious student section at our school “The Dawg Pound”. The goal of the weekend was just to survive, my mind was already made up that I was going to plead to my mom for us to move out of Morgan County. I hated my high school and knew that there was no way I would have a pleasant four years there.
These upperclassmen made me feel important, made me feel like I could change the world. For the first time in my life, I saw God through high schoolers, ironically enough, with people I would have never have