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Personal Narrative: Another Day At Cave City High School

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Sliding the shifter into the park position lets me know another day at Cave City High School has begun. It is September, so we are in that season of the year when it is a big furry coat from grandma last year in the morning and then flip flops and shorts in the afternoon. Stepping out of my car, I feel the cool air nip at my ears and nose, certainly turning them that slightly embarrassing shade of rosy pink. The sun is peaking over the football stadium behind me, turning everything a bright golden hue. Shadows begin to slowly creep away as the sun moves further up into the fluffy cloud streaked blue beyond. The atmosphere looks as if it were painted with a watercolor paint set this morning. I begin walking towards the school past all the
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