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INTRODUCTION
Southpark.
I wouldn't necessarily say it's a good place, not even an okay place. But it was an nice enough place for my not so tolerable family of four.
It started back when I first moved here late to start third grade, why would I move here in the middle of third grade? How would I know, I was at the ripe fresh age of seven going on eight with a new beginning to start with.
I remember..it was cold, freezing point and I was walking onto the slippery crosswalk. Even though Southpark was an ass place I thought the people would try to make it better, but the animal poop and litter trails literally make it worse. Industry smog was seen in the sky and there was a million other negatives that even a little child like me would lose hope here. The school when I got there looked ghetto, the funding was not prominent.
My only memory of starting the third grade was on the very first day. The creaking of the rustic floorboards and the distinctive smell of moldy carpet that could never leave your nose. The air was to cold even when I had the blue sweater and I was inside of the school building. The door swung open almost crashing my whole body into the already cracked and fragile walls.
And there I was met with third grade, and the years leading me onto a horrible horrible life.
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