Personal Narrative

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I have to throw away the books I’ve drank, so my dad won’t find them and ask what happened to the words. What would I say “I drank the words cause I’m and ink drinker.” I definitely couldn't tell my dad. My dad is one of those who believe that only God's creatures have the right to roam this earth. If you're not believed to be a creature of god a mob comes a chases you for days trying to kill you. The last one the mob chased out a young girl who her friends claimed that she was a witch. They chased her through 3 different towns trying to find and kill her. Definitely don’t want that happening to me! Tomorrow is the first day of school. I’m scared something bad might happen. “Jason!” my father yelled, “Over here,” I yelled to tell my father. …show more content…

The book was Afterlife; it was about Lucas, who was brought to Evernight to learn to control his bloodlust. Bianca accompanies Lucas to Evernight where she discovers other wraiths and meets the mysterious Christopher. This book might help me control my inklust. When I got back to school instead of doing work we helped rearranged and decorating the classroom. One of my friends named Heath was moving some glass cup and dropped them. While me and him were picking up the glass Heath cut himself badly on his left wrist. There was blood all over the floor inside it felt like I needed to drink it. I grabbed Heath’s wrist and covered it so I wouldn’t have the urge to bite him. I think since I haven’t been drinking blood that I’m not allergic to it. The smell of the blood lingers in my nose. Maybe I can drink both blood and ink. The teacher took Heath to the doctor to heal his wrist. The teacher told us to clean up the mess of glass and blood. Heath and the teacher came back Heath had his wrist stitched and wrapped. After we got done decorating the class, the teacher let us go, so Heath couldn't use his hand, and since we helped decorate, she let us leave …show more content…

When he left I grabbed a book and began to drink a snack. The things is when I got completely finished, my father was standing there he had watched me drink the ink from the book. I was in shock, I dropped the book and began to back away from my father. My father grabbed the book and looked through the pages. He looked at me and asked what I did. I didn't answer I ran off with my father chasing me with a pitchfork and yelling at me in a brusque voice. I ran for the cemetery because that's where the first ink drinker hid for years without being found out. I hid in an old abandoned crypt like Draculink. My father gave up eventually, but I dared not go out of the crypt. I wasn't shocked when later that night a mob with my father leading it came after me. They looked for two hours checking all over the cemetery for

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