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Personal Narrative: My Views Of African Americans

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Yasmine Martinez
Mr.Arieas

My parents have always taught me that everyone is equal doesn't matter the race, gender, or economic class. Unfortunely stereotyping is among us we cannot avoid it, we can only try our best to make a difference between millions in the world. At a early age we start to doing it without noticing just having groups at school, the cool kids, the nerds and the popular kids. When I was about nine years old we had to move to a different city, I was sad because that meant a new school and friends. The neighborhood we moved into most of the population was African American and Asians this was a new experience for me and my family. My perspective of African American was that they were bad, untrustworthy and criminals. Sometimes …show more content…

The weekends seemed very long and boring because I missed talking and playing with her. She was my only friend with time we became best friends. I started to realize that I was wrong and had the wrong perspective about African Americans, Kyla wasn’t the person I thought she was. As time goes by little by little my trust started to build toward her. Knowing I had my best friend by my side I didn't look forward going home. As the school year was almost over I became closer and considered her my only best friend. Middle school year came we begged our parents to be in the same middle school and so we got what we wanted. Everytime our new classmates in middle school ask if we were friends we would say "no were sister's". I was very grateful that the next two year I would have her in my life. One day I went home very happy but that came to a short ending. We sat down for dinner and my mom told me that we were moving back to our home town Galt, CA I asked “Mom, what do you mean?”. “We are moving!” she replied. “Why are you doing this mom, can’t we just stay here until I graduate? I don’t want to make new friends, we have been living here in Sacramento, CA for four years now, I don’t want to leave mama”. “You will make new friends, don’t worry! “She said. I left too my room and started crying, thinking to myself “I don’t want to make new friends nor do I want to leave my best friend Kyla, all the memories we made

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