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Personal Narrative: My Life In Las Vegas
It was mid June I remember and out here in Las Vegas that meant intense heat. Here we were two 15 year olds out on the streets with a baby on the way. Trying to keep cool was harder than I thought. We both were hungry, tired, and scared. I never imagined my self in that situation at such a young age. We walked and walked all over looking for somewhere to sleep. When we finally found somewhere to sleep outside of a church, my whole life flashed by as I layed there.
" What was I going to do with a baby being a baby myself?". " How was I going to provide for him or her?". "Where would we live if everyone had been mad at us as is?". Those were a few of the questions I asked m self that day. My teenage life as I knew it was gone. No more hanging
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