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Personal Narrative: The Time I Moved To Rye
This following story is about the time I moved to Rye, NH. See, My mom works at a nursing home, and she met this guy named John. They got married, so John is my step dad, and when ever someone asks John how he met my mom, he says “I met her at a nursing home.” Any way, here’s the story.
I can’t really remember when I moved in with John. I know it was some time ago. But I remember my room was nothing more than a window, a spider plant, and a cot for a bed. There was also an oar in the corner. When I moved there, I also met Bradley, John’s Grandson. I haven’t seen him for a while, because his dad doesn’t want to drive half way for John to pick him up, ‘cause see, he lives pretty far away. But, back to the story. I remember I still used to go to my old school, which was heaven compared to my current school. Ohhh, I miss that school! I miss all the righteous friends I had too! But, now I’m at Rye Junior High, with ridiculous home work assignments, that I don’t even see as applicable, and John always freaks out when I fail to tell him info! And don’t even get me started on some of the people here! I mean really! But I live here, and nothing more.
Article posted May 7, 2010 at 01:12 PM •
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