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  • Essay / Personal Narrative Essay: My Best Friend in High School

    If you didn't know, it's really embarrassing to return to a classroom after getting in trouble. After entering, I took my place. As soon as I sat down, I looked to my right and saw Rachel. She sat two seats away from me. I look at her and she turns around; I give him a dirty look and look away. Classes continued as usual until school ended. My grandmother came to pick me up from school instead of my parents. I was so happy to see her instead of one of them because she didn't know. I knew my dad would have contacted my mom by then, and she would