Personal Narrative

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Do you know that feeling you get when you are really out of your comfort zone and you feel really awkward and confused on what to do? Yeah, that is how I feel right now. Despite my seventeen years of living on this Earth, I have never lived anywhere else besides the single story house that was way too small for even one person. My father was hired at some factory in Spokesville after he was fired from his last job. These events have led me to be standing in front of our new house closer to my father's work. It's certainly a lot bigger than our old house. "Margaret, help dad and I out with the stuff or else...," my brother, Landon, yells from the other side of my father's car. "Or else what," I challenged while crossing my arms.…show more content…
Well, welcome to Spokesville." "Do you have any little sisters," a little girl behind me questioned while pulling on the side of my jacket. "No, sorry. I have an annoying older brother though." I heard a group of teenage boys began to discuss amongst themselves. "Hello, dear," a middle aged woman greeted me. "First off, welcome to town. Second, are you going to be attending Spokesville High School? Third, how old are you? Fourth, would you like to join Spokesville Baptist Church? Fifth, come meet my lovely daughter, Lyndsey." She placed her hand on the bottom of my back and escorted me through a crowd of people that I had not known had been there. I answered her questions while on our travel. "Thank you for welcoming me. I will be going there. I'm seventeen. No, thanks." We reached a girl who looked about my age or maybe older looking at the organic zucchini. She had blood red hair that she must have dyed and snakebites. She wasn't exactly the kind of person I was expecting to meet, considering her mother was so…show more content…
It's short and not feminine or masculine. You get the best of both worlds." "Yeah, sure. I like that. Thank you for your creative mind powers." "I'm not sure if I would call that my "creative mind powers", but it's no big deal. Call me Lyan, alright?" "Alright, Lyan." I put emphasis on the "Lyan" and winked when I said it. "Dude, you're not funny." "I'm hilarious and you know it." "Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes at me. "How did you get your mom to let you get those," I asked while pointing to her snakebites. "Long story short, she wasn't supportive of it and she was absolutely pissed when I got them, but it's okay." "When did you get them?" "Uh, last summer. I went with some friends." "Oh, that's cool." The thought scared me of what her friends were like. "You sound uncomfortable," Lyan commented. "What's up?" "Oh, it's nothing," I lied. "Let's see what could it be. Okay, you are either upset that I got snakebites, that I went against my mother, something about last summer, or my friends. I am going to take a wild guess and say that it's my friends because you were fine before I mentioned them." "To be honest,
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