Personal Narrative: Sister Vivien In High School

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It was a cool, crisp and cunning fall day. My preschool class and I were outside playing in the field for our break. I was sitting with my ginger haired boyfriend, Cameron, and we were talking about how nobody was fond of our math teacher, sister Vivien. I was one of very few who liked her and because of this I decided I would ask her to come over my house for a play date. Sister Vivien was an exceptionally nice women and treated her children with great respect. At the time she was about 70 years old, and although she may have seemed scary to some kids, I thought she was wonderful. When I asked her to come to my house for a playdate her whole face lit up like a tree on christmas (or a Menorah on Hanukkah). She told me she would talk to my

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