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Personal Narrative: My First Day At Brooklyn High School

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It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school and my room isn’t clean!!” It was so early, even the taxi drivers were sleeping. My real name is Grayson Swift, but he likes to call me Gracie, especially in front of other people. As I went back to my closet of a room, I realized I had no nice clothes to wear. All I had was a couple pairs of hand-me-down jeans, old tee-shirts, an ugly sweater, and the clothes I had from my Mom and Dad. Those were a black long-sleeve T-shirt of the Miami Heats, a pair of white shorts, and a hoodie. I decided on these. As I got downstairs, I could already hear Alex already …show more content…

“Okay honey, we’ll fix it,” My Aunt cooed to him. “Would you like chocolate chip pancakes?” My Uncle asked. “What do you think,” Alex said, annoyed, “Don't you know anything about me?” As I came downstairs, my mom pointed to the ruined pancakes on the floor and said, “That’s your meal,” They were extremely soggy. As I made my way to school, I could sense Alex and his gang behind me. I looked back and saw them, sniggering on their Iphone 7s, probably sending pictures of me to their friends. The came up and enclosed me in a circle, as the others neared to watch. Alex walked up to me with that look that he is going to say something dumb about me. He did say,”Look at Gracie, all spiffied up for school.” He received laughs from his crowd. Before I could stop myself, I said “Shut up Alexa.” Did I mention that he is a senior and is a varsity wrestler and football player? He grabbed my collar and said, “What did you say to me” He pulled me in the air as if I was a doll and waited for a …show more content…

Mr.Jones ,our science teacher, dumps the information down so much my dog could understand it. While I am waiting for this class to end, I might as well tell you what happened to my parents. A long time ago, my parents were coming to pick me up from fourth grade. I was waiting outside and when no one came, I went inside to go tell someone, I could see the look on their faces. Complete disbelief and sorrow. I guess that was the look I gave when they told me the news. The police informed me that a drunk driver was on the wrong side of the road and hit my parents head on. They died upon impact. I had to live in a foster home for 6 months until my Aunt and Uncle in New York. Wait, I that was the bell, gotta

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