Personal Narrative

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Personal Narrative
Why I don’t trust people
When I came to the middle school, I had my friends from Whittier and Emerson, because I went to both schools. A month before winter break it just started snowing just a few days before, I became friends with Jasmine again, she was friends with RaeAnn so I became friends with her too. About a month after that I started dating Trey. I didn’t know that RaeAnn and Trey dated before.
So one night I was texting RaeAnn after school and I was upset and she asked why. I said before I tell you you have to promise that you won’t tell anyone. She promised that she wouldn’t. I told her stuff about my family that I really didn’t want someone to know. I told her about my dad and my mom. She also told me some stuff. Then she told me that she had dated Trey in the past. I got mad, but I didn’t tell her that. …show more content…
Also I asked Trey ¨Why didn't you tell me you dated her?¨
¨I didn't want to worry you,¨ he told me.
“Okay, but the fact that she she still likes you bugs me.¨
When he told me ¨Don't let it okay, I don’t like her,¨ he gave me a really tight a I mean it hug. Then someone told her I was worrying so she came up to me in the hall no one was around because it was guided study and said ¨I thought you trusted me?¨
¨I do I just don't want to lose Trey. I think you still like him,¨ I told her.
¨I don't I told you I don’t why don’t you believe me?¨
¨Because of the way you act around him,¨ after I said that with a little attitude and very serious she walk away.
Then she started telling people stuff stuff about my family stuff I didn’t want people to know about me. People would come up to me and ask if it was true, I would say no every time. 4 months later Trey broke up with me and the first thing she did was ask him

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