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Personal Narrative: Life In Africa
Kevin lived in Africa most of his life as a kid he didn’t have any family beside his little sister named Sheba.Therefor Life in Africa wasn’t really that awesome without a family of your own to look after he and his little sister sheba.Kevin and his sister moved from house to house a lot ever a new town sometimes if needed.Every morning Kevin wake up to dogs yelling outside sometimes he was ever scared to go out there thinking the angry beasts would attack him if he went outside.Finally he come up with the courage to go outside when he get out there,there was cow pip everywhere he looked and he didn’t want to step in it so he just went back to sleep because he was so lazy to ever care that there was school today and he was very tired from …show more content…
When our teacher came into the class everyone went quiet the teacher looked around the room then saw me and she said that he needed to go to the office when he get to the office the people told me that someone had came to pick me up that was so weird because not very many people came to see me.When he saw the person who had came to pick me up he didn’t ever know them at all.

Kevin get in the car and we drive off and when we get there at the house he lived at he saw two others cars that he have seen before came over to the house.When he get to the house there were those white people who he didn’t know that said hi to him.There were about 4 of them 2 women and to guys they were about the older women was about 42 and the older man was 40.The women was about 5 feet and 5 inches,and the man was 6,4,they were sitting in chairs and were having tea with the people he lived with.When he get in the house they said they were going to be my new

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