Personal Narrative: Melany Villagomez

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By: Luis Martinez | | They think they know me | | They think they know me | Have no regrets, and I remember when we first met there’s no way I could ever forget you -Jeffree Star, Prisoner Sunday, August 19th It was about 7:45 at night and my best friend, Melany, and I were driving home from the new outlet mall they had just built in Chicago, which is about 45 minutes from our home town. We decided to go because we needed new clothes for school which was going to start the next day and I guess that’s where my story’s going to start. “So are you ready for the real world?” she asked in a half serious half teasing way, as she did since I told her I was going to a school named Aquinas on the other side of town. “No, not…show more content…
I remember she always appealed to me, not in a girlfriend way but more like she’s different kind of way. I remember walking up to her and saying Hi and then after our introduction the conversation completely shifted and we talked about our body parts and she said something like “I look at the parts on my body” and with those few words she had made me laugh more than I ever had. We didn’t become friends until the middle of the year because my best friend at the time made me and our other two friends bully her. Eventually we didn’t feel conferrable with what she told us to do and we became friends. Now it’s the beginning of 8th grade and we’re as close as any two people can…show more content…
Going into school and having to wait a half hour alone in a gym is no better. And as I was waiting in that gym the teacher noticed me and instantly knew I was new so she asked, “Hi, I’m Mrs. Parker I work in the office will you please come with me.” We walked into the hall way outside the gym and made me wait with another girl who I remembered had been in school with me since 2nd grade and then again the year before. I said Hi and then kids started pouring in from the door and she never replied. I walked up the stairs and instantly found my class because it was the first one on the second floor, just as Mrs. Parker instructed me to go to. I walked in and sat on the far left of the class room. Everyone was talking about they’re summer and what they got and what they had for this school year. I stayed quiet in the back looking at everyone trying to get a feel of them, and then I saw him he was wearing a white shirt with black shorts, as the school requires you to wear during the summer, and grey Reeboks with blue bottoms. He had his hair gelled up into a Mohawk and he instantly got my

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