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Personal Narrative: Lucy Lying
We went to go see the Professor today and it was quite confusing he didn’t give us direct answers just figurative language. We came out more confused than when we had walked in but still my thoughts were interrupted by other thoughts of big bombs dropping on our house and smashing into pieces. I couldn’t think about anything everything I thought of was interrupted by bombs and battlefields (basically my prediction of the future) I was given some odd information from the professor. And the two questions that kept me up at night Is Edmund lying or Lucy lying? Who is telling the truth? And the biggest one of all is Lucy sick mad devastated? That was a nightmare. The thoughts inside my head caused sleepless nights and scary thoughts caused nightmares …show more content…
Now all I could hear in my mind was Where can we find any birds around here? And where might they live? Do they look the same as ours? Then I heard something that never striked me Do they speak?. But I had to push those thoughts out for a little bit and apologize to Lucy the thought that we had been so cruel to her when she had been telling the truth made me hurt. But she forgave we were all good for a moment just for a moment when Edmund said something a bit suspicious something that made me want to crumble him to bits. He told us where to go everyone stared in ahh but how could he be so spiteful and scorning towards Lu she was just a little girl and he embarrassed her and made her cry. For the rest of the trip to Tumnus’s house I kept close and watched Edmund I didn’t like his lies and wouldn’t give him a reason to come up with a new one but I wouldn’t talk to him he did the talking but I ignored …show more content…
When I got myself back I looked up and saw the Beaver while the others were staring at me like I had been gone for a long time but I barely saw it I was to busy paying way to much attention to the Beaver. A few minutes later we had gotten to walking and met the lovely Mrs.Beaver and it had been time for supper the supper was good but I was still feeling tired and just a bit disappointed in Ed. But I did something horrible when I should have been paying attention to Edmund I was all into a story that the Beaver was telling us that we lost Ed. Right before that he had been acting mysterious but I couldn't think anything else except for it was my fault , it made it worse when it was revealed that he had betrayed us to the white witch and what was even worse he was putting himself in

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