Personal Narrative

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I hid between my mother’s legs, timidly looking at the other kids. I let my big chocolate eyes take in the sight in front of me. Kids were running around while squealing in their childish voices. It was a blur of colors and sounds, as little kids around my age enjoyed their play time. They seemed to be wearing whatever they found comfortable, enjoying the freedom from wearing a boring uniform. The school itself was quite small compared to former primary school. My mom nudged me as my dad slowly introduced himself to my new teacher. She had rosy cheeks, blonde hair that reached her shoulders, Harry Potter style glasses resting on her nose, and a warm, welcoming smile. She introduced herself as Ms. Strehl and welcomed me into her class, B3. …show more content…

This entire time I hadn’t uttered a single word. Ms. Strehl made an announcement, “Class we have a new student joining our class. She has had a long travel and so please make her feel welcome.” She turned to me, “Why don’t you introduce yourself and tell us more about who you are.” I nodded and looked in front of the 20 pairs of eyes on me, that belonged to my new classmates. I spoke, “Hello, my name is Devyani Kurup and I just moved from London, England.” Several of my classmates spoke in hushed tones while staring at me with their curious faces. I continued speaking about me and quickly finished summing about my life story. Suddenly, a hand rose from the gathering of little kids. Her name was Kate and asked about why I talked funny. Growing up in London, I adopted a thick British accent, something Americans found either intriguing or annoying. I explained that I spoke British English which resulted with an accent. After answering numerous questions about me, I was exhausted and finally allowed to go back to my new assigned seat. The class was much different in all aspects and much more engaging than the private school I formerly attended. Time quickly passed and soon it was time for lunch. I carried my new lunch box with pride. It was a Disney princess lunch box adorned completely with little jewels. I adored Disney princesses and at the young age had always dreamed of growing up as one. Timidly, I

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