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Personal Narrative: The Day I Walk Into School
The next day when I walked into school, everyone was gossiping about the big attack on Main Street. As I walked past the group of cheerleaders. I overheard one of them say something about a big dog who looked like bigfoot. “Bigfoot” I thought to myself. Yeah right, get real. As soon as she said that, I knew it was fake. I shrugged it off and walked to my first period. I didn’t think anything of it until I found out who was attacked. Turns out it was the same person I was with last night. Now my heart is pounding, I can’t even think straight. It’s like my whole body went numb and everything around me just stopped. How could my best friend be fine one minute and then next he gets attacked? Once everyone found out it was Andrew, everyone started
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