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The Immigrant's Home-Personal Narrative

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My window burst open with a loud thud; a gust of chilly air flew into the dark room, sending stray papers in every direction. A thick beam of moonlight cast eerie shadows across the four walls of my bedroom. Sitting up in my bed, I could see a human-shaped shadow on the carpeted floor. I lifted my eyes to the open window and, although it was dark, I could clearly see the silhouette of a person crouching down to climb through the window. Reaching over, I flipped the switch on the blue lamp standing next to my bed. Light flooded the room and allowed my eyes to focus on the character that now stood in my room. Long brown hair cascaded down the person 's back. My mind classified the intruder as a girl after my eyes had observed the clothing she …show more content…

She lived next door to us and our parents were close high school friends. Jordan was an adventurous extrovert, always talking to people and discovering new things. She was also a strong believer in being yourself and self-expression, which made her a likeable person that could never bore you. You never knew what Jordan was going to do, but you could guarantee that it would be remarkable. Hence, breaking and entering a neighbor 's house. "Why can 't you sleep?" I pondered out loud, cocking my head at Jordan. "I was too busy making a list," She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a bright blue folded up piece of paper. "For my ideas of a Perfect Prom. I was looking at prom-related stuff on my computer, but it crashed so I came over here to use yours." She threw the paper at me and skipped over to my desk, sitting down in the chair and opening up my laptop. As I caught the paper in my hands, I paused and just stared at it. My fingers moved and turned the paper over a few times before gently unfolding the list. This moment would, for the rest of senior year, haunt me. The words scrawled on the page would constantly bounce around in my head. I would begin acting different and this very moment would the whole bumpy train ride to senior

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