Personal Narrative: Moving In Arizona

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It all started when we moved. I had been having a perfectly normal teenage life when we just had to go and move to stinkin’ Arizona and get attacked by some big, scary duck. We had moved because of my dad’s work promotion. I argued and argued with him, telling him that we couldn’t move and leave all of my friends, but his exact words were, “Lizzie, I know that you have friends here, but if I take this promotion, we can get a whole lot more money. Do you want to starve because we have no money?” Eventually, I gave in. Not because I decided that I wanted to move, but because he was my dad, so it’s not like I could say no to him forever. So anyways, now we’re here. In Arizona. Where I no longer have any friends. • …show more content…

I’ll be perfectly fine,” I answered with annoyance. I walked out of the house and into the cool air. I didn’t actually know where I was going, but I figured that I could just wing it. I started out onto the sidewalk and kept my head down, because I didn’t exactly like attention. After about 15 minutes of walking I heard footsteps in front of me, but I didn’t look up to see who it was, because it’s not like I would recognize them, anyways.I kept walking, going faster so that I could get around then more quickly. Unfortunately, I had been walking a little bit too fast, and I pretty much body slammed the person in front of me. “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! Are you okay?!” I sputtered, embarrassed. I looked up at the person that I’d run into and realized that it another girl, my age. My dad had told me that there weren’t that many teenagers my age in our little town, so I was surprised that I just ran into another teenager. The girl had ear buds in, so she was probably listening to music and not looking where she was going. “Oh, I’m the one who should be saying sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sorry!” the girl responded with a

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