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Personal Narrative: Right By The Woods
Do you know the device that annoys every single person on the planet, nobody can get away from? It’s called the alarm clock, and I am seriously considering destroying mine at the moment.
Living right by the woods is scarier than I thought it would be. The nightmares didn’t come to me last night, but neither did sleep. I was tossing and turning most of the night, jumping a little, to every small sound. Some came from the house, but some came from the woods, making me imagine having all kinds of monsters lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to break in our home and attack us.
I have no other choice, but try to survive the day without much sleep, hoping the dark circles under my eyes will fade by the time I get to school.
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