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My life was a pretty normal one, and it still is. I grew up happily. I live in a rich family, and so I'd usually gotten whatever I wanted. I can remember quite far back, actually. The first memory that I can recall is the day before preschool started. I had a bowl-cut for my style. I was almost dolled up, in a way. But then again, so were most of the other kids. Back then, I went to one of the richest, most expensive schools around. Every kid was perfect, contrary to most people's thoughts of rich kids being spoiled brats. Preschool was uneventful. I didn't bother talking to anyone, and no one talked to me. Most everyone kept to themselves. Kindergarten was different, although. Everyone had broken the secluding barriers they kept around them--including me. I made many friends back then, but they only lasted that year. when we went into elementary school, everyone had gone to a different school. Their parents moved around the world, to give them the education they saw fit. No one had gone to the same school as I--or so I thought. But that comes later. I attended first and second grade in France. I must admit, it was very nice. I didn't realize that one of my friends from kindergarten was there as well until halfway through second grade. We were still good friends, though, and had fun. From third to sixth grade, I was in Germany. It was much different from France, and the language was harder to learn. But I still was able to get through it with ease. I'd made even more friends there. After sixth grade in Germany, my parents moved us yet again for my education. For seventh grade, I was in Japan. Although I was only there for a year, I had much fun. I made one of my best friends there. He spoke English, as well as Japanese, and I met him the first day of school. It was thanks to him that I fully and quickly learned the language. He helped me out with many things, and taught me a lot about the culture. I regret having moved again, after that, but we still talk via phone and email. It wasn't until half way through eighth grade, in England, that I finally left the private academies I attended. The rich life was getting to me. And so I went to public school, and was happy with it. My family moved here, then, and I entered high school. The England/British accent's stuck to me since then, and I must admit that I quite like it. I'm now a sophomore in high school, and a straight A student. I plan on finishing out high school here, and then moving off to a good collage. I'll be funded by my parents for whatever, and so naturally, I'll be taking my best friend Odin with me.

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My life was a pretty normal one, and it still is. I grew up happily. I live in a rich family, and so I'd usually gotten whatever I wanted. I can remember quite far back, actually. The first memory that I can recall is the day before preschool started. I had a bowl-cut for my style. I was almost dolled up, in a way. But then again, so were most of the other kids. Back then, I went to one of the richest, most expensive schools around. Every kid was perfect, contrary to most people's thoughts of rich kids being spoiled brats. Preschool was uneventful. I didn't bother talking to anyone, and no one talked to me. Most everyone kept to themselves. Kindergarten was different, although. Everyone had broken the secluding barriers they kept around them--including me. I made many friends back then, but they only lasted that year. when we went into elementary school, everyone had gone to a different school. Their parents moved around the world, to give them the education they saw fit. No one had gone to the same school as I--or so I thought. But that comes later. I attended first and second grade in France. I must admit, it was very nice. I didn't realize that one of my friends from kindergarten was there as well until halfway through second grade. We were still good friends, though, and had fun. From third to sixth grade, I was in Germany. It was much different from France, and the language was harder to learn. But I still was able to get through it with ease. I'd made even more friends there. After sixth grade in Germany, my parents moved us yet again for my education. For seventh grade, I was in Japan. Although I was only there for a year, I had much fun. I made one of my best friends there. He spoke English, as well as Japanese, and I met him the first day of school. It was thanks to him that I fully and quickly learned the language. He helped me out with many things, and taught me a lot about the culture. I regret having moved again, after that, but we still talk via phone and email. It wasn't until half way through eighth grade, in England, that I finally left the private academies I attended. The rich life was getting to me. And so I went to public school, and was happy with it. My family moved here, then, and I entered high school. The England/British accent's stuck to me since then, and I must admit that I quite like it. I'm now a sophomore in high school, and a straight A student. I plan on finishing out high school here, and then moving off to a good collage. I'll be funded by my parents for whatever, and so naturally, I'll be taking my best friend Odin with me.