Personal Narrative Essay On Softball Practice

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One day after coming back from a family vacation I, Kerri Benard, am on my way to softball practice. I have missed to days of practice and my friend Laura says that the new coach has been working them hard.

As I show up to practice I see all my friends and I run over and give them hugs.
"I missed you guys so much!" I exclaimed, But before they could answer a new girl walked up. I had no idea who it was so I just stayed quiet.
They were all huddled up laughing and I was still confused as to who this girl was. Then our new coach called us over and it was time to get to work. We practiced hard and got dirty and by the end of the day we were super tired. I still hadn't figured out who the new girl was or what her name was so I decided that if

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