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Personal Narrative: An Immigrant

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On one brusque day, I was running from the cops knowing that I shouldn’t have held up 7/11 while on probation. Now i’m really gonna get locked up now. I don’t care i’ll miss my sophomore year or if the judge gives me grace again. I’ll end up with my dad in West Cali, and i’ll end up working at his retarded library. My mom and he were divorced when I was three. Since then I never talked to him. I don’t know where Cali is, so my mom is going to drive with me there and fly back. We finally made it! The trip took a day and 15 hours, and it was so long. We had to fix a tire, because we had a blowout it sucked. I got so dirty! So we stopped at a hotel for the night,so i could take a shower,and so we could also get some sleep. The next day was okay except for the part when my mom got pulled over. When we pulled up to my dad’s driveway the next door neighbor started freaking out. Because, she saw a black guy in a white neighborhood, she called the cops. When the cops pulled up, my dad asked what happened and I told him that the neighbor saw me and lost it. My dad explained everything to the cops eventho it's none of their business. …show more content…

After a couple hours some guy walked in a black robe,and it looked like he was floating. I followed him to the back ,but i didn’t make it obvious. When he reached the back, he turned around to check if anyone was looking at what he was doing. He almost saw me so I hid behind a bookshelf. When I looked up he was grabbing a book off one the shelves. A book was in the way so I moved it out the way. He got the book found the middle of the book, and got a straw out of his pocket and slurped . I gasped and he heard me then rushed out the room and out the door. I followed him but before i reached the door my dad asked me where was I going I to say concise answer so I said out he okay. I rushed outside I couldn't find him then I spotted his bald head and

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