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Personal Narrative Final
Personal Narrative Final
Valeria Abad
Ms. Wilson
English II
Personal Narrative
I was born in Venezuela, I grew up there and I was raised by my parents, our whole
family has always been very close, in school everything was good, I never had problems with
anybody, I used to get along with almost everybody. I met my best friend in 4th grade, she had a
little brother the same age as my brother so the four of us would always be together. My life was
“perfect” until they voted for the wrong president. Then around 2016 things started to get really
bad so my parents decided to move to the United States without telling me or my brothers. I was
in 6th grade and it was the end of the school year. My class had a graduation party and that was
the last time I saw my friends. That was the last time I saw my best friend. I didn't even get to
say goodbye to them because I thought I would see them again. I went to my grandma’s house
and my whole family was there, I thought they were having a party. It turns out that they were
just saying goodbye to us. My mom told me we would be going on vacation for 2 weeks, so I just
said, “I will see you in 2 weeks!” to all my family and friends. It has been 3 years and I miss
them a lot.
When we arrived in Raleigh, my parents said we were just visiting some friends that
moved here and a few weeks after that I started going to school. People would go up to me and
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talk to me but I didn’t know any English. I couldn’t even tell them that I didn’t understand what
they were saying. I felt like I was drowning in a cup of water, sitting in class for 7 hours, 5 days
a week and couldn’t understand what they were saying to me. Five months passed and I began to
understand what they were saying to me and I could answer them. Then I started high school,
one day in math these two boys were talking and I was walking by when one of them asked me
something but I wasn’t paying attention, so I didn’t say anything. Then he yelled my name and
asked me something but I couldn’t hear him, so I decided to just say “yes” and he started
laughing and giving me nasty looks, “What’s so funny?” I asked in anger. He responded with;
“This is why you should swim back to México!” I was so shook my jaw fell to the floor.
Everybody was looking at me and I felt blue. I wanted to cry but all I did was nothing. The
teacher didn’t say anything to them she just told me to go sit down. That boy never apologized to
After this happened I was worried about him or his friends going up to me to say mean
things like that. I was scared and nervous for a couple weeks, looking at him in class or in the
hallways and I just felt like crying, just thinking about what he said to me made me feel so bad
and angry at the same time, I just wanted to scream. I wanted to shout as hard as I could but I
knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. Time passed by and I decided that I should just let that go
and focus on what would I do if something like that happens again to me or one of my friends or
family. Now days when I hear someone saying that kind of stuff to others or to me, I stand up to
the bullies. I still get scared to talk to them but it’s the best thing to do. I feel proud of myself for
NCSoS Anchor Standard W.3 – Write narratives to develop real or imagined experiences or events using
effective technique, well-chosen details, and well-structured event sequences.
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