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Personal Narrative: A Long Way Home
“Just because the going gets rough doesn’t mean you have to give up,” our pastor advised us this past Sunday. The highlight of my entire weekend in one simple yet deep sentence. After I left school Friday, I went home to enjoy a placid weekend with friends and family; however the moment I stepped into my house, everything I planned was thrown out the window. My mom was as ill as a hornet, and my dad was on his way home. Trying to escape the madness, I dodged into my room and fell asleep. Around 2:30 my mother marched into my room yelling, “Courtney Breanna, get up! Dylan’s calling!” I rushed out of my room to answer the phone. He was wanting to know if I wanted to go watch a movie Saturday, August 15, 2015, at Malco. My parents immediately
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