Personal Narrative: Being New In Schools

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C H A P T E R 1 Bella's Pov Being new in schools has never been easy for me. You see my parents are those people who like to go to different places and see what it's like living there and stuff. So as you already probable guessed it, I'm in and out of schools 24/7. Meaning I don't like to make friends because once I get to doing so my parents have already found another place to go to. But don't get my wrong going to these different cities and countries is amazing but it does get tiring sometimes. I'm originally from Pennsylvania; Lehigh, Pennsylvania to be exact, that was the place that my parents were at the time. After they had me, they decided to buy a house there and live there until I was old enough to travel. "Bella are you done?"…show more content…
They don't understand how hard it is to make friends. I find my shoe hit a rock making it skid across the slick sidewalk, I look up and admire the tree's that are covered with snow, I've always had these weird obsession with winter. Maybe it's because I was born in the season I don't know. I remember my old friends would always say that summer is their favorite season whereas I would say winter and they all would look at me weirdly asking why. I'd always respond with a shrug. Before I know it I find myself in front of my new school. It was a very large school though, no doubt I was going to get lost. "Fun" I whisper to myself, dragging my feet towards the building. Right before I open the doors I take a deep breath to reassure myself that I can do it. I feel the familiar anxiety attack coming along but I take more deep breaths making me calm down slightly. Why am I so nervous? I don't know I've done this like a thousand times but something feels different with school but I haven't put my finger on it yet. Opening the large doors I walk in and immediately being greeted with students by their lockers chatting. I see some look over my way but some ignore my presence and carry on with their conversations, good I think to…show more content…
Maybe I can ask someone? Scanning my eyes over the large group of kids I finally see a black haired girl with thick black rimmed glasses sitting buy herself reading a book. Eventually Im in front but she still pay attention to her book. "Uh h-hello?" I quietly ask, making her look up from her book. "O-Oh my you scared me!" She claims placing her hand over her
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