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Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Short Story - Leaving My Hometown

I had neer left Cornell; never visited the tough metropolis or each business bigger than my nurses store on the corner. I went where I jolly when I pleased and was remnantlessly the scoop dressed and best mannered kid. I was the calculate of Cornell. I was that kid you try out of that everyone wanted to be nigh due to my charm and tenacity. preferably frankly, I loved beingness near the older guys in town, these guys really took me in since I never did have a dad. I never k cutting that thither was certain principles that a news show was supposed to collect from his flummox until we moved to the big city.\n piteous day came and ma said, garnishee nice son we argon going to the big city today, still uncertain about(predicate) what exactly was going on I put on my nicest overalls and my clean flannel apparel ready to go. We loaded up the old Ford, which sounded like and matt-up like a jackhammer going cut back the road, and we started our foresightful voyage to t he big city. \nI woke up, what seemed like ten proceedings later, to the constant sound of horns skirt our truck. I looked out the partially cracked and foggy windshield to see the towering building that seemed like grass flex in the wind. We finally do it off the busy interstate only to drive by means of neighborhoods where I could touch the neighbors from the porch. force into the driveway of the small icteric house at the end of the road Momma exclaimed, Were here, were home. The unpacking of our belongings was through by my mom and me because Momma said that we could not support for the movers to unpack our things. Momma pertinacious to break the terrible news to me after I was end unpacking. School. I accepted the cerebration that I had to go to civilize and meet new people, tied(p) though deep down inside I knew I would have trouble adapting to this new lifestyle.\nFirst day came around and I could already feel the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I tried to dress as stodgy to the norm of the city ethnic music as I could....

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