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On the way to my first day of preschool my dad was driving and I was in the back in my car seat excited to get new friends. I convinced myself that everyone would love me.When we got there dad unclipped my car seat and I leaped out and waited for him to hold my hand and walk me in. My heart raced with excitement and crusade, my ribs hummed from my fast heart beat. The principal met us at the entrance and walked me in to my classroom with dad following. When we got to the door dad gave me a huge hug and said good-bye to me, I only gave him a faint smile. The principal asked if I should hold her hand but, I rejected. Hiding behind her like a shadow the principal opened the door and strided in with me dragging along for the ride. The room was
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