Personal Narrative: A Normal Day

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It felt like a normal day. it was a normal day as I walked into class in 7th grade. Some people say that you feel when you are about to get your life changed forever but I couldn't sense it. The girl I was partnered up with, named Skylar, sat with our tot and glared at me. To this day I don't know what I did to hurt her but she sure knew what she did to me as she constantly bullied me and made me think suicide was the only option. I sat down and Skylar hit me under the desk so hard my leg jerked up and hit the table. I was pain but I wasn't about to show her that she enjoyed it too much.
Our tot, Emily, ran to the play structure and we soon followed. Skylar went to talk to her friend in the class but I didn't have any friends which Skylar repeatedly

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