Personal Narrative: Moving To A Small Home

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Now i’m halfway through seventh grade and my mom decides to move. I asked why we were moving in the middle of the school year. She says this new place has three bedrooms. You and your sister won’t have to share any more. We moved to a small house. A yellow-beige color with three concrete steps.The only steps. Mom decided it was time my sister and I had some space to ourselves. I totally agreed. Well with most of it anyway. My sister wouldn’t be there to help move. She was going to her dads for spring break. This left mom and I to move everything small or big. As we moved things into the house we couldn’t figure which boxes went where. We’ve moved so many times in the last two years. Moving is my least favorite thing to do. we move

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