Personal Narrative: A Humorous Incident

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I woke up to the sound of a gunshot outside of my window. It was not unusual to hear that in the town of Clinton where everything was basically just war. Everyone was always arguing and there was no peace at all. I hoped one day everything would go back to normal. As I got out of bed I hit my head on the bottom of the top bunk(which was made of metal by the way)
¨Ouch!¨ I yelled . ¨How do I still not see that coming! I mean really, I've been here for three years and I am still not used to it.¨ As I got out of bed I tripped on my little sister´s baby doll that she usually just leaves on the floor. I started to limp out of the room and slowly opened the door with caution. It felt like a normal day until I looked at the calendar.
¨OH NO!¨ I screamed. ¨I FORGOT!¨ It was the three year anniversary for the day everyone disappeared. It was very mysterious and no one knows how it happened. Sometimes i feel that we are too unhappy about the incident.I feel that We are ungrateful that we are not the people that disappeared. Everyone is spending time being sad about the people we lost instead of being grateful that we aren't the people. Life is precious, so embrace it.
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¨ WAKE UP!¨ I screamed only on about the second step. ¨WE HAVE TO GO!¨ Only on about the fourth step now. My little sister slowly opened her door, her face looking like a demented frog...it´s her morning
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