Immigrant Personal Narrative

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I cringe at the smell of alcohol floating around the apartment. A cold shiver simmers down my spine as I hear footsteps making their way to my room. 3 loud, hard knocks bang on the door. I open the door waiting for it. Waiting for the rock solid slap that pierces my face everyday leaving bruises and black eyes the size of tennis balls. I wait for the punches that feel like hammers wrecking my body over and over again.I open the door and he slaps me. “Get me my steak you peasant! And don’t forget to my clean my room!” He yells at the top of his lungs. As the dark, warm, blood flows down my washed out face I heat up the leftover steak. I reached to grabbed a plate I accidentally knocked down 2 other plates that fell to the floor and shattered.…show more content…
Sparks of excitement and stress exploded in my body as I opened the door. I took my first step to freedom then sprinted down the stairs almost tripping and falling flat on my face. I ran to nearest train station and hopped onto the back where i curled up in the corner waiting for the long road ahead. I didn’t know where this train was taking me and I didn’t know what I was going to do when I arrived but I knew one thing for sure..I was…show more content…
About 3 hours later I arrived in Hollywood. Boy was i glad to be off that rickey train. As i was hitchhiking around I saw a very intriguing place called The Toy Box. I walked inside and started looking for anything pleasant to buy, that’s when I saw it. The most glamorous, most exquisite, thing I have ever seen. A human sized toy castle. I dashed around the store looking for any pillows and blankets to put in it. As I was fixing up my “room” i heard a sound. It sounded like something was calling my name. “Jennyyyyy, Jennyyy” it would say in a faint voice. I looked around the room looking for the mysterious sound and that’s when the weirdest thing happened. A glowing ghost came out of the wall which happened to be shimmering. “Hi my name is storm, don’t be fooled by my name, i really am a nice person or as my peers call me, a ghost. Anyways I am here to take you to the magical world of Candy Land. Candy Keller is full of candy, food, drinks, and all types of various animal species.” Storm grabbed my arm and dragged me into the wall. I screamed thinking that I was gonna crash into it but then realized that I was standing on a lollypop. I looked each and every way and everywhere I looked I saw a new magical sight. “ Go explore” said
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