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Personal Narrative: Sonic Screech
Sonic Screech

“Here I am again fighting arch nemesis Dark Thresher, I know my name Sonic Screech is better, he is stronger than me” I said. “You want to know how it started well you might want to get snacks first because it is going to be a while”. “It all started for me when I was young.”
“Tommy come down stairs right now.” said my Mom, Sara, “Yes Mom.” said Tommy “It is take your son to work day so come on.” said Ms. Star. I always wanted to know where my Mom worked. Ever since my Dad died when I was five my Mom had to support the family. “My first dog died a day before my Dad died. My Dad died when my family went to the movies to cheer me up about my dead dog. A shooter came out after the movie was over and we were outside.
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