Personal Narrative: A Change In The Bedroom

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It was basically a routine- Walk down the stairs, turn a right, see 9th graders Jill and Macy talking behind their folders as they scurried past, always sharing some kind of secret. But not today. Today, when I walked down the stairs and took a right, Jill and Macy were leaning against lockers, both of their eyes narrowed, as if all the students in the hallway were suspects of a murder, and they were the detectives. I felt kind of uncomfortable as I walked to my classroom. I was so used to them in front of me when they were walking, with Jill’s bright clothing and Macy’s dull apparel. It just felt unnatural, like a tag poking me in the back when I try on a new shirt at the clothing store. I don’t like change. Change is annoying, and a pain in the butt. Why go new if you’ve already worked so hard to set things up before? Take seating charts, for example. I don’t really understand them. If you’ve already been working at those tables for a whole month, why switch? …show more content…

But they have their reasons, and I have mine. So I walked into my Chinese class, only to find out, that, hey, guess what? Since stupid Dan and Rex were throwing paper airplanes again, we had to switch seats. Like, if those two were misbehaving, switch them, not us! Again, though, Lao Shi has her reasons. I’m very considerate of people’s opinions, if you haven’t

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