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Personal Narrative: The Sadest Day In My Life

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I remember perfectly, the saddest day in my life, i was 22 years. My friends and I decide to leave the country looking for adventure and future stories to tell to our sons. But we never thought that it will be such a horrible trip and actually that trip left us a mark that we would never ever forget. This is the story of the trip, which it supposed to be a happy experience but actually turn into a nightmare.
It was June 22th, 1993, Luis, Rose, Suzy, John and me, decide to go E.E.U.U, it was the dream of us, finally we can practice our English, make some friends, knew new places, eat new food. As soon we just graduated, as soon we started the trip, we saw in a movie a group of friend road to the trip in a car, we thought it would be a great experience, listen music, talking, make some stops in the gas station. Those kind of thing that you can see in a typical American movie. It was, maybe like 7:00 pm when we have to make a stop in the nearest gas station, meanwhile John charging gas, we went to the bar which was next to the gas station. Rose thought it would be fun, you have to live the whole experience darling, she say. I wasn’t sure, actually I was afraid. I remember to see in a movie a bar like that one, and it was full of henchmen …show more content…

When we finally arrive to his home, we notice that the house smell a little bit weird, like if an animal would die and spend a lot of days there, he says that maybe is a rat or something but certainly is nothing to be worried. The house was big and it looks like a haunted house a big blue haunted house. We stayed in the living room talking and drinking, but suddenly I realize that all my friends except Robin are sleep, I start to feel sleepy and I just hear Robin´s voice saying: You should get some sleep, if not you certainly will scared, when my eyes slowly

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