Personal Narrative

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Personal Narrative
I stared at her tear-streaked face.
“You don’t understand!” she screamed at me.
She was right, I didn’t understand, but I wanted to help her through it. I scanned the room while she kept yelling at me and that’s when I saw it. There, on her little desk by the closet, sat a razor blade. How I didn’t notice it before, I will never understand. I started thinking how this had to be the worst day in my life. It didn’t start as a horrible day. To be honest, I thought it was going to be a great day. Amazing weather, no school or homework, and some fun things I had planned with my best friend, Grace. I woke up to the sound of my brother and sister fighting and my mom yelling at them to stop. I could smell the bacon, pancakes, and eggs before I even opened my eyes. Slowly, I got out of bed and put my favorite Pikachu slippers on. I went to the bathroom and combed my hair. After I was done, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen. My mom was there, washing the dishes where my dad had eaten his breakfast before he went to work. “Good morning.” She said, without even turning to look at me. “Mornin’.” I said lazily while I filled my plate.

“How was your night?”
“Good. Hey do you mind driving me to Grace’s?”
“Sure, when do you need to be there?”
“In like two hours.”
“Alright, hurry up and finish your breakfast so you can start getting ready.” “Okay.”
After I was done, I washed my plate and cup. I then headed upstairs to get ready. Grace and I had decided that, since it was Saturday, we would get together at her house, watch some movies, go to the mall, and then I would sleep over. Soon, I heard my mom screaming at me from downstairs saying that we were already late. Once we got there I could see Grace’s shadow from the window. Other than that, the house looked empty. No one besides Grace stayed there for a long period of time since her parents spent almost every living second working. Once she saw our car, she came running out the door. “Hey Mrs....
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