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Personal Narrative-I Am In The Tropicana

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“Uh-Oh”,I said. I’m in fifth grade well I was in fifth grade,but let’s not get into what grade I’m in. The Tropicana Speech is today and I have terrible stage fright. I was trying to act calm and I was doing good not really (I was actually screaming my head off but in my head. We had about five minutes before my teacher started name calling. My teacher started calling names and to me it felt like slow motion because I was afraid and I was hoping she wouldn’t call me but what do you know she called me. I was so frightened I started to slowly let a tear drip down my face and my teacher realized so she approached very calmly almost like she was half-expecting this to happen to one of us. She clasped her hand on my shoulder and

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