Standing Up To The Bully-Personal Narrative
The bitter cold of winter bit Rebecca's nose. She didn't mind though, because it was snowing. This is a very unusual event, if you have lived in North Carolina for your entire life, like Rebecca. It almost never snows in North Carolina. The snow stuck to Rebecca's short, chin length hair. The white snow, stood out brilliantly, because her hair is such a dark brown. Her green eyes squinted, trying to see Junior Inc. As soon as she could see the tall business building, she rushed to it. Only then did she realize that all of the buttons on her shirt were in the wrong places. She grumbled, knowing that she is already too late for work to be able to change them now. She ran to the building, her black cardigan doing nothing against the cold wind. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ..."How could you possibly think that? What did I do that made you think I am completely incapable of doing anything that you can? I mean, seriously, a few weeks ago, you gave the brand new employee a super important job, instead of me! And I've been working here for almost two years now! And you still don't trust me!"
He stared at her blankly, seeming to not understand. With tears stinging her eyes, she pushed past him, and rushed down the hall, into the meeting room. She stared out of the window, and she realized that the snowfall ended. Great, she thought, a once in a lifetime opportunity wasted.
After being in the meeting room for maybe thirty minutes, Rebecca excused herself, she simply couldn't focus. She knew that she probably was going to be fired. She pulled out her flip phone, and pulled it open. She just had to call or talk to someone.
She went to her favorites, and stared at the three names in front of her. Alan, Mom, and Dad. She didn't want to call her Dad, because she knew that he probably was with her stepmother. She thought about calling her Mom, but didn't want to. The last time she spoke to her Mom, they had been in a huge fight. She knew she wanted to tell Alan to his face, but he probably was still working. Then, once more, she looked at her Dad's name, and she knew who she wanted to talk
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