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Personal Narrative Essay: That Fateful Day I Hate School

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That Fateful Day Part 1

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I hate school. School seems like prison. I don't get paid for it; I don’t get anything out of it, in fact it's so easy I can't help but fall asleep inside my classes.

My life just feels soooooooo boring sometimes. I used to jump at any news of the world ending hoping it would spice up my day, but they were all hoaxes. Yet still, the latest one didn't seem to be much of a hoax. I remember my parents happened to be out of town this week, so I ditched school. I woke up around noon and made breakfast.

When I opened the fridge i was met with a horrible stench, 'Surely all the food isn't spoiled in here, after all it's only been a few …show more content…

The cabin is re-enforced with steel walls, a steel door, and bulletproof windows.

I know you guys must wonder who my dad is to have all this stuff. My dad is a rich security specialist. My dad used to be special ops, then went to work for the CIA, and then went into the private sector. He doesn't talk about what he did in the CIA though it was enough to scare him to prepare for this much. My Father took me backpacking and taught me to be prepared for everything. I might hate him sometimes, but I’m thankful now for everything he taught me.

In the middle of my thoughts I heard a knocking. Preparing for the worse, I pull my pistol out and walk over deciding to check who it was through the eyeglass. It was a shifty guy I have never seen before. Something about him gave me a bad feeling. Suddenly I heard glass breaking from the back of the house. I remember everything my dad taught me about home invasion, and I get into a shooting position. I slowly made my way over to where I heard the glass

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