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Personal Narrative: A Day At Pinnacle High School

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Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace. Trying to avoid stepping over my school books and clothes, which are currently sunbathing on my dark hardwood floor, I went to go check my phone in bed. I saw nothing unusual, a bunch of Snapchat notifications, couple texts from my boyfriend, messages from my friends, some pictures that I was tagged in; the usual. After looking through and answering them I checked the time, 6:04 am, then went to go get ready for school, of course, with some music. After getting dressed, doing my makeup, and freshening up, I grabbed my keys and my ID then headed to the bus stop. …show more content…

As I got off I made my way over to my friends. Pinnacle High School is a pretty big school, with about 7 buildings, not including the sports fields, there are a lot of places to hang out around. I made my way over to the benches by the locker rooms. Today was a hot day, 97 degrees Fahrenheit; I was wearing blue jean shorts with a baby pink crop top and white converse. As soon as she saw me, Jayda ran up to me and gave me a big hug. Although she already has naturally straight hair with a little wave in it, it was straightened today and was gleaming in the sunlight. I giggled, "Hey

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