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My Life In Middle School-Personal Narrative
When I woke up I knew that it was time. As I put on my jersey for one last time I thought of every single moment I had gone through in middle school while running. I was almost in tears I was so grateful for all of the experiences I had been through in the last couple of years. I told myself that it wasn’t supposed to end like this that there was still a chance. I went to go sit under a slide by the water park that was positioned right by the stadium. That was where I warmed up and prepared mentally for my race. When I heard my event I quickly ran inside the stadium to my parents to tell them I was going down. One of my neighbors had driven all the way down to watch me race and that managed to put a smile on my face. My parents gave me a hug

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