Personal Narrative Essay: Never Got The Chance

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Never Got the Chance. Most times we want more than we can have. Appreciate the time you have with your loved ones, because one day they 're here and the other they 're not. "I 'm really trying to make it more than what it is, because everybody dies but not everybody lives." -Drake. As a normal twelve-year old student, I was in my sixth grade Reading class afterschool. I was failing the class and my teacher Mrs. Garcia, told me that I needed at least a seventy to pass. In order to get that passing grade I needed to stay afterschool. I kind of disliked Reading, and it was very frustrating to be there after school hours. Since my dad has been very strict with my grades as well as my sister 's, I needed to be passing every single class I had. My mom and dad have always been working morning shifts so in the afternoon we could all be together. They could only arrange to pick up my little sister from Kinder. However, my older sister, Ninis & I needed to walk home every day. …show more content…

That day she waited for about fifteen minutes until she saw that I didn 't make it. Ninis and I have been very close since we were little. We share an amazing friendship apart from being sisters. She went and looked around and for her surprise I was in Reading class again. Mrs.Garcia let her stayed in the room with me until I finished my work. I finished the assignment ten minutes later. Mrs.Garcia uploaded my grade as soon as I turned in the work, it went from a sixty seven to a seventy one. So we finally had the chance to go

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