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Personal Narrative: My 8th-Grade Dance
It was back about a year ago when it happened, a month after the 8th grade dance. But first let me introduce myself I’m Raylene Johnson former friend of Aubrey Stones and this is her story. Back in summer of 2014 all of our friends were so excited for the new year. We were going to be in 8th grade, at the top of the food chain at our Junior High. Not only were we excited about all the different things we were going to be able to do as 8th grader, like take chinese or year round spanish if you're into that. But what we were focusing on the eye of the prize, the 8th grade dance. The best part about this dance was that it wasn’t any ordinary dance, everyone had to be dressed up in nice clothes or otherwise they would be asked to leave. This
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