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The Girl Who Shaped Up-Personal Narrative
Cynthia was scared to go to 4 hour. Her head was vomiting emotions. At one minute she was joyful. And at the next minute she would be crying like a dog. miss Burley specifically said to read pages 34 to 54, And to write notes. I wanted to make up an excuse that my mom's car broke down and My notes flew away in thin air. But that wouldn't work anyway. 3rd hour came and I was frightened. I was biting my nails so bad that I bit my finger. OUCH, everyone looked at me in a very confused face. My teacher, Miss. pinion came. She said “what did you do?”. She saw that blood was on the table so she sent me to the corner like a Big worthless BABY!

RING RING, The bell rang. Everybody was running to go to there next class. But I was yelling in my head that I messed up really bad. I walked in the class and everyone looked at me like I did something guilty. ALRIGHT CLASS, Miss Burley shouted out. You need to get out your notes …show more content…
The busses were gonna get ready leave and I wasn't ready. As I walked outside the last bus just left. UGHH” Now I have to walk home”. It was so cold outside. It felt like I was gonna freeze my bones out. When I was walking home I saw a girl. She walked with me and told me that “it's ok to have a bad day”you just need wait for your luck to come. “When she said that to me she probably had bad days before.

CREEK” The door opens. I tried to walk In carefully. “But as you may know my mom comes”. “CYNTHIA ROSE SOTO” COME TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW”. “”wish me luck I said.” “yes mom?” “don’t you dare”” I know what you did In school today”. “Why didn’t you do your notes for class today”?!! “I have no idea”. “What do you mean “you have no idea”?
“Well I don’t know I was just too lazy”. “THAT’S IT GO TO YOUR ROOM.
STOMP STOMP SLAM/ I went to my bed and started crying. My mom has never done that to me. She was so angry and upset. My face was really pale. I didn't even want to turn around. I was completely
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