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Personal Narrative: My Beginning Middle School
Starting Middle School: Around the time I started middle school, I moved to a brand new house. Before, I had lived in an apartment complex with all my cousins and their friends. Now I was alone, with my books, paper, and games. On top of that, it was going to be my first year at Edendale Middle School. Over those three years, I made three mistakes, that made me awkward and socially inept. The first mistake I made was that I did not seek out people I already knew. Many people from Hesperian went on to Edendale. It didn’t feel like a priority at the time. The second mistake I made was going straight to my classes during our free periods. I didn’t linger around to socialize, I just went straight to my next class and sat. Sometimes doing homework, but mostly doing nothing. The third mistake I made was going home right after school. I didn’t participate in any extracurricular activities. I just went home, so that I could indulge myself in my hobbies. School wasn’t particularly interesting. Though I did enjoy the days …show more content…
I made some good friends that I would still know for many years, but my awkwardness persisted. I stopped drawing as much, and instead spent more time reading and playing games. My favorite book genre at the time was fantasy and fiction (And still is, mostly). I enjoyed how fantasy stories laid out the story for the audience, but still left it up to the reader to interpret the words and form the imagery in their own mind. As for my favorite games, I enjoyed games with an excellent story, or games that allowed creative freedom. Unfortunately, my enjoyment of games would only last a few more years. But I still had my books. Anyways, near the end of my time at Edendale, I made some good friends. Some of them I met at school, and others I met on the internet (from mutual interests). There was no real major development around this time, so lets jump into my high school

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