Personal Narrative-Out Of Trouble In High School
Once, in third grade, I did something that I did not want to do so that I could stay out of trouble. It still makes me feel depressed even to this day when I think about it.
That day, my friends had gone to the bathroom and were staying there for a long time. They had asked me to go too, but I knew that they were up to mischief again, so I refused. However, after a long time, they still hadn’t returned. The teacher asked me to go with a classmate to check on them.
One of the sinks was running like the Niagara Falls, and there were random wet toilet paper bombs being thrown from every direction that it looked like a blizzard. Shrieks and squeals filled the bathroom as we stepped inside. My classmate gasped at the same time as my friends.
I gulped in fear for my friends as she said, “All of you come with me, you’re all in big big trouble.” Almost immediately, we were swarmed by my frightened friends, who begged us not to tell on them. Yet my classmate marched on ahead.
When we reached the classroom, the teacher asked us what had happened. I struggled under the pleading eyes of my friends, while my classmate talked about what horrifying things my friends had done in the bathroom. Then it was my turn to speak. The teacher knew that I was good friends with the culprits, so she told me that if I did not tell the truth, I would get in trouble too.
So I told her everything because I was scared. My friends’ faces dropped lower and lower as I talked. They just stared at me while they were given a punishment. I had betrayed my friends, and they were going to hate me.
And indeed they did. My friends came back soon after, and they all treated me like a stranger after saying,”We wouldn’t have betrayed you. Weren’t we friends? Friends aren’t supposed to betray each other.”
It was a difficult time for me as I dealt with the anger of my friends, but this soon came to a pass. I made new friends, but I never forgot what happened. I should feel good, because I told the truth, but that’s not the case.
That day, my friends had gone to the bathroom and were staying there for a long time. They had asked me to go too, but I knew that they were up to mischief again, so I refused. However, after a long time, they still hadn’t returned. The teacher asked me to go with a classmate to check on them.
One of the sinks was running like the Niagara Falls, and there were random wet toilet paper bombs being thrown from every direction that it looked like a blizzard. Shrieks and squeals filled the bathroom as we stepped inside. My classmate gasped at the same time as my friends.
I gulped in fear for my friends as she said, “All of you come with me, you’re all in big big trouble.” Almost immediately, we were swarmed by my frightened friends, who begged us not to tell on them. Yet my classmate marched on ahead.
When we reached the classroom, the teacher asked us what had happened. I struggled under the pleading eyes of my friends, while my classmate talked about what horrifying things my friends had done in the bathroom. Then it was my turn to speak. The teacher knew that I was good friends with the culprits, so she told me that if I did not tell the truth, I would get in trouble too.
So I told her everything because I was scared. My friends’ faces dropped lower and lower as I talked. They just stared at me while they were given a punishment. I had betrayed my friends, and they were going to hate me.
And indeed they did. My friends came back soon after, and they all treated me like a stranger after saying,”We wouldn’t have betrayed you. Weren’t we friends? Friends aren’t supposed to betray each other.”
It was a difficult time for me as I dealt with the anger of my friends, but this soon came to a pass. I made new friends, but I never forgot what happened. I should feel good, because I told the truth, but that’s not the case.