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Personal Narrative: Moving From Stinson School
Moving “But why!” I screamed
It was finally happening …
I was transferring from Stinson school.

I rushed downstairs , hungry as a bear, to get a snack. Then my parents called me into the kitchen. They stood there as serious, as they could be. They said since it was a new year, they wanted me to have a better education. I could tell that this was already a bad news. Goose bumps spread all over my body.

My mom and dad looked like they weren’t gonna burst into laughter any second.They just came out and said it, “You’re transferring from Stinson school.” My dad said . “WHAT!!, BUT WHY!!” I screamed , but all he said was “ I just want you to have a better education, and Stinson doesn’t challenge you as much.” I tried , and I tried , but
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