Personal Narrative By:Dr.Stefan Stojanovic We ran out. Our feet carrying us forward.Not looking back. Before the bell stopped ringing we were in the main hall.The bright falling sun hit us.We almost got blinded.As our vision returns we see our parents.I look to my left and I see my friend ЂОРЂЕ.I tell him “We are free!”. We run into our parents hands. Hugs are exchanged and we quickly part from our parents and run outside and run around in the school courtyard. We play,run,and talk.After many hours of playing,it starts to get colder. I had spoken,”Hey guys let's go inside.” My friend Aleksandar responded with,”Ok let's go.”.We sped of inside.As soon as we enter my friend Vuk mentioned,”There is nothing to do,what do you guys think about going upstairs?” We all unanimously agreed. We begin climbing the peach colored brick stairs. As we climb up our faces arise above the ground of the second floor. We immediately notice a dark tall presence wearing a red hoodie. My adventurous friend Danilo roared,”Hey who are you?. ” The individual turned …show more content…
I was pushed backward with a force of a truck.Next thing I know I am on the ground. The person is now visible.he had dark brown eyes,and a big nose. his eyes on fire with anger and madness.ЂОРЂЕ ran in front of him putting a good punch mark in his face.The thought figure didn’t flinch he just grabbed ЂОРЂЕ by the arm then spun him next he threw him around 5 feet out of my view. I stood up and got my bearings.Then Aleksandar run to help …show more content…
ing so I didn’t respond.Then the day ended so did my bullying.(4 months later).Same type of day we are leaving school.We go outside and I see the figure(which we named “crna pasteta”).Next to him his mother telling him something.Then I told my father”Dad that guy over there was the buy from that time.”He looked up at the figure and his mother.He went over and asked them about who they are and also for the figure to