Personal Narrative: Moving To America

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“We’re moving to America tomorrow” was what my mother said to me on April 21, 2007. I was playing with my toys when she told me the news and considering we had regularly joked about moving to America for as long as I could remember, I thought she was just messing with me. The next day, I realized that she was serious than ever.
It all seemed to happen so fast. I had so many questions running through my head and experienced so many emotions at once; fear, excitement, confusion. It felt unreal.

The plane ride was absolute torture. It was the longest plane ride I had ever been in, being eighteen hours total. By the time we arrived at our new home, I was exhausted, wanting to go to sleep and forget everything that happened in the past forty-eight
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I do not know why I was an emotional wreck since this was not my first time being the new kid. I walked into Mrs. Jenkins’s class, and I could just feel the noise getting sucked into the air. It is dead silent, and every student is staring as if I was some alien. Not even five minutes in and I already felt so uncomfortable. Later, recess came, and almost half of my peers came running towards me, throwing random questions at my face. I felt so overwhelmed that I would just stare at them and not say a single word.
Rest of the school year went like this; my peers would try to talk to me, and I would not say anything. I wanted to scream because I hated being the center of attention (I still do) and these people would just not leave me alone. Slowly, the attention died down but until 5th grade I was referred as the “New Girl,” which was amusing since I had been there for three years already.

I felt like the new kid for a long time. I constantly felt left out because I could never really relate to anything my friends or peers did and on top of that, it was like they would purposely make me feel like an outcast. I would proudly share something about myself and my culture, and they would just laugh, make faces, or give racist comments. I felt ashamed and angry, so I did not open myself up towards anyone after

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