Personal Narrative: My First Year In Public School

In first grade, it was my first year in public school so I didn’t have as much friends as the the people that were in kindergarten last year. When I walked into the room, both of my parents on each of my side they introduced to my teacher then I sat in the empty seat. The person assigned to sit next was a girl named Chloe. At first sight, I mesmerized by the amount of silly bands she had. At that moment I knew I had to be her friend.

Half way into the semester she started treating me badly. I would be a second class friend to her. She would say hurtful stuff to me because of the color of my skin. One of the things that really hurt was, “My parents don’t like black people.” After that, I told my mom what she said. She was infuriated. When