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 Personal Narrative: The Time I Moved To Rye 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 • comment • Reads 862 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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