Personal Narrative: The First Day Of Middle School

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This personal narrative is going to be about the first day of Middle School and my experiences as a 6th grader. It is going to go after my emotions and other descriptive details of the first day.
I still remember how the seat belt felt tightening across my chest as the car got closer to the Middle School. During that time I knew nothing about being in a big school because the biggest school i've been in was yankee ridge. (Which is really small). As I looked out of the window all I saw was tall and sometimes mean teens that were going to going to the same school as me. At first it was hard from being the biggest and most mature people in the school to being the youngest and least mature of the school.
When I first stepped inside of the school

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