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Personal Narrative-Sarah And The Recess Teacher
On my first day at kindergarten recess, I was playing with my friends Sarah. We were climbing monkey bars and playing tag when suddenly Sarah disappeared. I started to panic. Where is she? Where did she go? I then started to call her name, “Sarah!!” Then I heard someone crying. I started to walk toward the noise, then I saw Sarah. “What happened to you?”I asked. “ This big girl pushed me,” Sarah said “Do you know who it is? What did she look like?” I started to ask. Then the recess teacher came and started to ask questions like, “ Why is Sarah crying?, What happened?” and things like that.
At that time, I wasn’t very brave to talk to teachers. I usually asked my friend to ask the teacher for me, but today Sarah won’t be able to tell the
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