Personal Narrative Essay

Sitting on her bed, Emma stared down at her watch. It was the same watch given to everyone at birth. One that counted down to the moment she was going to meet her soul mate. Because most people met their soul mate by the time they were eighteen, Emma was considered odd at her school because she was seventeen and her watch still had over three years left.
“Time for another day of school,” she thought as she got up, pulled on her Harry Potter t-shirt, grabbed her neon yellow backpack, and walked out her bedroom door, curly blonde hair flowing behind. “Bye Mom,” she called as she opened the the bright-red door to their small urban apartment. “Bye Honey! Have a great day,” her mom responded from the kitchen as Emma walked out the door and onto the busy streets of

Emma’s vision blurred and her head throbbed as she fell to the floor. The girls surrounded her and continued to punch, kick, and call her names.
“Nice shirt, weirdo!”
“Go away and never come back!”
“Hey!” yelled a teacher from down the hall. “What’s going on?”
Scared, the girls scattered, each running away in a different direction, leaving Emma lying limp on the floor.
“Are you ok?” the teacher called down the hall.
Embarrassed, Emma got up, and ran out the front door. The teacher called out something, but Emma couldn’t hear what she said. Crying, Emma ran home, burst through the front door, ran to her room, and slammed the door. A few moments later there was a knock at her door.
“Emma, sweety, it’s Dad, Can I come in?” her father asked.
“No, go away and leave me alone,” Emma cried.
“Please let me in.”
“I just want to be alone.” After a few moments her dad walked away, but Emma waited a couple more minutes before sneaking out her bedroom window to take a walk. But, Emma didn't notice that, as she climbed out her window, her watch jumped down to three minutes. “Maybe a walk will help my clear my mind,” she thought