The Virgin Mary Statue :: Personal Narrative Writing

The Virgin Mary Statue Kindergarten through fourth class was absolutely beautiful. We on the whole sat together at lunch, played brand together on the playground, laughed and listened to the teachers together in class. Then fifth tier up rolled around, and all my friends started to evolve, and for the worse as I saw it. We all started noticing things that we werent aware of before. We apply to be like a mess of happy naked babies, absolutely oblivious to the fact that we were all deprive and different from one another. Then, roughly of us took the role of Eve we became seduced into feeding the forbidden apple and offered it to our friends. We started realizing that despite the fact that we were all wearing the similar black plaid uniforms, our skin colors differed. We all acted differently too. most of us had accents, others didnt. Some girls had long hair, others had bob cuts. Some wore glasses and had skirts that went de assorted their knees others had perfect vision and had their skirts hiked up to show as much tholepin as possible. As I said, we were all becoming aware of these things. Whether it be in fifth grade ,earlier, or after(prenominal), we all have these moments of apocalypse and we start to interpret our surroundings in a different way. For me, after fifth grade, my surroundings were changing all the time. Formation of cliques had officially started. The article cool was being redefined almost every month. With these new definitions came new friends and ex-friends. I recall watching girls in the popular group playing a game of running behind the Virgin Mary statue whenever they saw psyche they didnt like entering the playground. It was a way of letting the discarded girl know where she stood with the clique.As embarrassing as this is to admit, I used to be one of those girls who ran towards the Virgin Mary statue as if there was some reward there awaiting me. But there was no treasure there. And re gular(a) if I did find some comfort in being part of the clique that day, the following day I had become a victim of the same cruel game I was in part creditworthy for.