Personal Recount Model Essay #4
“I felt liberated.” Write about a time when you felt this way.
“Don’t be afraid, Rachel. You can tell me everything.”
Mrs Sim’s warm chocolate eyes stared into mine, her soft, soothing voice filled my ears.
The sea of calm inside me turned into chaos as I made eye contact with the “monsters” standing behind her.
One of them mouthed to me, “Don’t… or else…”
If looks could kill, I would have withered there and then.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me — left, right, left, left, right. I did not know where I was heading, but definitely away from my bullies. I did not have to turn back to know that they were hot on my heels.
“You can run, but you can’t hide,” they taunted me from behind.
Suddenly, my hair was yanked and immediately, I fell to the ground with a loud thud. Seconds later, three sinister figures towered over me, snickering. Tears rimmed my eyes as they stood there, calling me names, making faces and laughing at me.
“Okay, okay, girls. Remember that’s not what we came here for today,” Stella, the leader of the three, held her hands out, silencing the other two.
“So, Rachel, we need you to vandalise the canteen and blame it on the auntie from the chicken rice stall.
My head shot up, eyes widened.
“But… but that’s really evil,” I muttered.
“Do it or I’ll ask my father to suspend you from school,” she said in a cold, contemptuous voice.
I knew it was a promise, not a threat. Stella’s father was the chairman of the school board and he doted on her very much. If anyone got in her way, all it took was for Stella to tell him and that student would be suspended from school.
With that, the three bullies spun around and left, leaving me in my thoughts. I felt trapped and prayed for liberation from tyranny.
“Maybe I am the coward they say I am,” I thought to myself, and soon enough, I was drowned in my negativity.
That night, I put on my black hoodie and grey sweatpants and made my way to school. My mother had fought hard to get me a spot in this prestigious school and I could not afford to get suspended. When I reached there, I did what I was asked to do and placed the spray cans back in Stella’s locker.
The next day in school, I was in the toilet when I was suddenly pushed into a cubicle. Pain shot through my back as it hit the toilet seat.
“What’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you shut my locker properly? Are you trying to get me into trouble!” Stella shrieked.
At that, her two minions grabbed my arms and she began slapping me. They only stopped after a good five minutes, leaving me in tears and misery.
“Stop! Let me go!”
I heard the familiar high-pitched voice and stepped out of the toilet, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. What I saw was completely unexpected. The discipline mistress and two prefects were grabbing the trio’s arms and dragging them in the direction of the general office.
“What’s going on?” I asked a student nearby.
It turned out that the student had witnessed Stella and her minions abusing me in the toilet and reported it to Mrs Sim.
“Rachel, come with us,” Mrs Sim called out to me.
I thanked the student profusely before hurrying after Mrs Sim.
“Rachel, are you all right? Rachel?” Mrs Sim’s gentle voice brought me back to the present.
“It’s okay. You can tell me everything,” she reassured me. I looked into her caring eyes and back at Stella’s menacing glare.
Should I tell the truth?
Yes. It was time to pull myself free from the bullies’ clutches.
“Where should I begin? I asked.
I had put up with the abuse for too long and I had enough. The moment I made the decision to tell the truth, I felt liberated.
Secondary 1, 2021, English Tuition