Personal Narrative: Where Have I Been Revealed In High School?

I'll never forget the time I was cornered in the bathroom between the stall door and the one I fear most, Jacob. He approached me with a smirk on his face. I had nowhere to run or hide. Jacob slammed me against the stall door with great force and blood began gushing from my head as I dropped to the tile floor of the bathroom. I smacked the floor and he began kicking me over, and over until I was unconscious. I was lying in the bathroom surrounded by blood and humility; I was defeated again. This was one of the many times I was pushed around and put down. Over the years, I have learned that in order to be happy, fear must be faced rather than surrendered to even though that means comfort zones are threatened.
I slowly uncovered my arm from the sheets of my bed and reached for the
I quickly walked to my locker to get my book for math when I heard his voice echoing off the hallway walls of this dreadful place. I knew that I could not let him get to me anymore. I didn't know what to do, so I closed my locker and started walking the other direction. I could hear Jacobs steps getting faster and louder. I sped up more trying to escape, but I knew I could not retreat anymore. “Where do you think you're going, bum?” Shouted Jacob from behind me. I did not answer, I just kept walking to my class trying to ignore him. “Did you not hear me? Come here.” Angrily announced Jacob as he grabbed my shirt from behind me. “I'm going to class, Jacob, leave me alone.” I bravely responded. Jacob snickered and smacked my books out of my hand and shouted, “Pick ‘em up like they had to pick your dad up off the road, white trash.” I decided that he had done enough to me. I had been through more than the majority of people my age; I had to stand up for