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Personal Narrative: Feeling Up Your Spine
Everybody has a fear what is yours?
Do get a feeling up your spine? Well my mom did and she will never be the same……
It all started on a Saturday morning at twelve
O clock when my mom called to tell me she was coming home. When she called I thought of some ways to scare her then boom I got the perfect idea , I was going to pop out from behind the door . So she pulled in the drive way about twenty minutes later , so I put on my Jason mask and got in position behind the door and then ……. she walked in the then bam I jumped out ,and she screamed louder then I truck driver blowing its horn!
Then she started laughing and she stunned.
Little did my mom now she was coming home to
A wonderful surprise . to this day we laugh about it.
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