Personal Narrative: Moving To Fresno

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So last year in my hometown my mom had approached me and told me that we were moving to Fresno. And that I would be moving to a new school. The thought of leaving, scared me and just made me so angry and full of woe. I have stayed in the same place my whole life. It is where I met my closest friends, it is where I had my first steps, it is where I have done everything. And I also had to make new friends which I suck at, and was soo scared to do. I was mostly scared of what everyone would think of me. And just curious about how everything looked and where everything was. And after all that scaredness and anger it finally came, the first day of school. It was time I had to try and make new friends and go to this humongous new high school and try to fit in. …show more content…

I decided to not say anything and just stay in my lane and hang out with my older brother, who had already made a numerous amounts of friends. But, he eventually got tired of me, so it was actually time. I had to try and make an effort to make my own friends. It was the second week of school and I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the craziest thing, so I was in my science class and there was this girl Marissa by herself so I walk in and ask "is this seat taken" then she replies "no go ahead." So I sit down and we get to talking. And I could not believe it, we were from the same exact place, and we were both new. We were so shocked, it was so crazy. And she was also hanging out with her brother until she met me so it was pretty cool that we were each others first friend. I just kept thinking to myself " this is the coolest thing, we have so much in common what are the odds." And so me and her had became like the closest friends. Then I started making more and more and eventually became overcrowded with all these brand new caring people in my life and just felt so happy and

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