Write a narrative essay on when anger caused you behave in a way you later regretted ?
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It was another ordinary day in school. I was sitting down in chemistry class, staring at the clock as the minutes ticked down until recess. Suddenly, something hit my table and I looked down to the floor to see a note. Picking up and unfolding it, I see that it was a note not to me, but to Grace two tables away from it. I folded it back and tried to pass it on to Grace.
Suddenly, I heard my name being called by Mrs. Lennon. I looked up to see her glaring furiously at me. She marched up to me and snatched the note away from my hands. "I have made it clear on the first day of school that notes are not allowed in my class. Are you deaf or do you have memory loss?" She barked in my face. My face flushed red in embarrassment as the class started to laugh at her remark.
She went back to teaching as I continue to sit and bask in my own shame, able to hear the jokes some of my meaner classmates were making of me. As the time passed, my embarrassment turned into anger. I was angry over being scolded for something that was not my fault, and that no one stood up for me when I was being wrongfully accused. When the bell rang, I stormed right out of the classroom and to the cafeteria.
When I sat down at my usual table with my friends, everyone was fixated on Liza, who was talking about her vacation to Italy with her father. Scowling, I grew more angry as no one seemed to paid attention to my presence or bothered to enquire about my upset expression. So, I scoffed loudly as Liza spoke, and it succeeded in grabbing the attention of my friends.
"Are you alright?" Liza asked me with a concerned expression, but I was too angry to think. "Nothing, your story is just boring." I replied angrily. Liza stared at me quizzically and replied, "Well, everyone else is enjoying it." To this, I spat out, "They just pity you because it's the first time your father spent time with you since the divorce!" The horrified expressions of my friends right after I spoke made me regret instantly.
"Liza, I-" I did not get to finish my apology as she ran out of the cafeteria, tears rolling down her face. My friends glared at me angrily for a few seconds before dashing out to chase after her. I sank into despair as I realized what I just said to Liza. I knew how much her parents' divorce saddened her, it was just anger that blinded my senses in that moment.
Up till now, I have since apologized to Liza many times, but she has understandably not accepted any of my apologies. I distanced myself from that group of friends, in fear I will hurt one of them again. Although I have found many new friends since, I still feel a pang of pain every time I see Liza and my old friends in the school hallways. I regret immensely the time I was so blinded by anger until I said such hurtful remarks to a friend I cared deeply for.