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Personal Narrative: Moving To Cleveland

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Moving to Cleveland was one of the worst days of my life.My mom told us to pack our bags because we were moving to one of the best and most beautiful places in Ohio. I was an idiot and thought Ohio would be just like The Woodlands. I thought they would have winning teams, lots of trees, and comfy neighborhoods with parks, but it was exactly the opposite. After driving for over 1,000 miles in the car, we arrived in a crumby apartment complex. The walls seemed to cry as you saw the paint peeling off the walls and rat scurried under abandoned dumpsters. Right after I unpacked my bags, my mom shipped us off to Washington Junior High. It was late in the semester so Mrs.White said that the next project would be my only grade. For the project, we

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