Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

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I moved to a new school called Wayside Elementary.My teacher Mrs. Jewls was nice but at first I told her my name was Mark.Which I only did because I was shy and not brave.I thought no one would like me unless I changed my name.Then I would become a new person and everyone would like me. But that wasn’t the case.Yes everyone liked me but later I came to realize it wasn’t because of my name it was how I acted.I was nice to my friends and everyone.But I always thought they would hate me along with my name but I was wrong.So I just slowly fit in as Mark.
I had funny classmates and they were nice except some but most were nice.I had fun there with my friends.I later tried telling my teacher my name but that day we had a substitute.Then my
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Gorf who disappeared one day and was a mean teacher to all the kids at my school apparently but now all of my friends are scared and say they keep seeing her like on the monkey bars, in the library, and in their lunch food.Everyone was afraid of her and scared of her.Because she was mean to all of the students no matter what.Even if they didn’t do anything. Every Wednesday we have classes during PE with tango.Our teachers name is Mrs. Waloosh.She teaches us all sorts of dance.She teaches us new dance everytime she comes.Which is every Wednesday.Shes a nice teacher and she just started at my school.She’s unique because she has a different accent. See my schools creepy because my friend Allison said she went to the 19th floor.Which is Mrs. Zarves class which isn’t there.Allison had thought she died and was in heaven but apparently no.Ehh whatever, it’s creepy.One day my friends,Joy and Maurecia found a bag of money in the bushes.It had alot of money in it.They gave it to Louis who was the helper of the school.He then found out it was a old mans bag of money/life savings.Because he was going to open a ice cream shop.He said he made pencils all his life to work for that money.He hated pencils

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