Personal Narrative: Always Being On The Move

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Always being on the move meant that I could never really settle in and make some close friends because sooner or later we were going to have to move again. I loved always being on the move and exploring the big world out there. Every time we would move it was always going to become a new adventure with all the family. When we did settle in somewhere for a few months and got to attend school it was always hard for Lori, Brian, and me to fit in and make friends. My family couldn't afford to buy us new clothes or shoes, so most of the time I would be dirty and smell bad which lead the kids to pick on me. “The other students didn't like me very much because I was so tall and pale and skinny and always raised my hand too fast and waved it frantically

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