Personal Narrative: Moving Back To Antigua

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I always feel like an outsider looking in. I could never fit in with others. I spend some of fourth and fifth grade going to school in Canada but that all changed when I moved back to Antigua. Antigua is beautiful island in the Caribbean but the people can be small mind or maybe I was to different that people couldn’t understand me. Enter into school in Antigua I faced more challenges like bullying and fighting. I was a pretty average student in highschool I was fighting more, skipping classes. My mom decided to move me to private school, there was a lot of rules new environment and new teachers. In the beginning it was hard I had to change the way I did things. I graduated receiving many awards and gain new friendships. In the beginning

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