Stereotypes-Personal Narrative

In my hometown, I didn’t have many friends. My parents decided it would be best for me if we moved. So, we moved to a building where there is no one my age? Great plan Mom, Great plan. I was expelled from my last school because I got in a lot of trouble. I can’t explain what I did, but let’s just say it’s one heck of a story. I guess I’m a 13 year old punk. At my old school people never really talked to me. They thought I was “the emo freak.” The funny thing is, they think that because I wear black.These days stereotypes are everywhere. The only people I’ve seen in my new apartment so far are old people or nonintersecting people. I usually go to the mailboxes in the morning before school. Ive talked to a few people but only saying “hello” or “goodbye.” After a week or so of living here I bumped into a somewhat younger girl. Must have been 3 or 4 years younger than me. “Watch out you klutz!” I accidently blurted out without thinking. “Oh, my gosh I’m so sorry, but I gotta go. The names Kim.” She yelled running out the front door. Every morning on my way to school I stopped to get the mail. I always saw Kim carrying a pail
I kinda felt that this was beginning to be a friendship. That’s funny I’ve never had a friend before. After a few weeks my plants had began to grow. I was so excited. I had never had a garden before and now I finally have one. We were so excited that we decided to have a sleepover. I’d never had one before but I agreed. “I have an idea. What If we set up a tent outside and sleep next to our plants!” Kim screamed. “Okay, let’s just hope we don’t get murdered in our sleep.” We both laughed like crazy that night. We fell asleep at about 12:00 A.M. when we woke up all the veggies I had planted were gone! “Hey! Where are my tomatoes?” I heard one guy yell who also had a garden nearby. We had a thief on our hands and Kim and I were gonna solve