"American History" Narrative Day

At public school 13, I stand here and try to keep get up with the girl in from of me, trying to go as fast as I can so the girls don't make fun of me. They still did of course, calling me skinny bones, and to flip the ropes faster. We were outside having “free” exercise until our PE teacher, Mr.DePlama, comes outs to get us, all the teacher were inside. Everything look sad and gray, but the one thing that never did, that looked beautiful and bright was, Eugene. Eugene moved here into a house right next to El Building, I would watch him from his kitchen, from my fire escape, I found out that he liked me too, from an embarrassing meeting. When Mr.DePlama came out he was crying, then told us that the president was shot. Most us of didn’t understand why he was crying over that though it made no sense,when he saw none us caring, he yelled at us to all go home, and I did. I live in El Building, while I walked the streets home it was so silent here, even the building was. When I got home I went to my room to get ready to go study with Eugene, my mother tried to stop me and told me the same about the president. I told her I was going to study, but she begged to stay and not to go. I still went I wanted to be with Eugene to finally be in his house. When I reached his house I knocked and his mother came out, she soon told me to leave that she didn't want Eugene around people like me, my heart broken, when I went home my mother was gone and I couldn’t find any tears to cry for the president only for myself.