One day my dad came through the door and said, what would you do if we leave Cairo, Egypt and go to the United States of America. At that time, the name of the country sounded nice to me and it was attractable. My mom agreed right away, I don't why on earth she would do that but she didn't believe when dad told her. Anyways, a month later we were all ready to our home country to live in America. Everybody told me that you're going to get your own room and have your toys to play with. I was so excited when I heard this. However, when I went there I figured that people lied to me about everything that they said. At the end, I HAD TO SHARE A ROOM WITH MY BROTHER. That day I was so annoyed and aggravated. That's not the worst thing yet that could ever happen. When I started school, everybody gave that look when they knew I don't how to speak English at all, they were better than me in everything except math. So, I knew their weakness point. I worked on it and beaten them until they needed me to help them or tutor them in math. After that everything was going fine and working well. I made a lot of friends and knew a lot more people to spend my time with. 

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