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Personal Narrative Essay: The Life Of Michael Brown
It was the first day of 6th grade for Michael Brown in the United States. Michael came from a Military family who spent the last 12 years living in France and had never been anywhere outside the Country or to a public school before.As Michael sat in the driver seat of his mothers car, eating what was left of his breakfast, he could taste the bitter taste that lay upon his tongue from his gut wrenching stomach.He felt scared, nervous and unprepared. As Michael's mother began to pull up to his new school to drop him off, Michael looked out the passenger window and could see the children already circled into different groups. Michael hopped out of the car and threw over his Skate boarding print book bag and began walking slowly to the door.

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