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Personal Narrative Essay: The Ink Drinker

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The Ink drinker All of a sudden, I had the urge to drink ink, and that was weird.I was at my job and then I saw a book with a good looking color on it.My lips were getting wet.I reached in my pocket, and I found a straw like the ink drinker had, so I grabbed it and started to drink up.In my head I was like am I as inkdrinker but no that sounds crazy did he turn me to one of them.Out of nowhere, he appered right in front of me and said, How do you like your new power?” He asked me why did you do this to me I never wanted this I told you like it or not you will become one of me now you just have to use to it like I did then he just vanished.I was thinking what should I do I have to start school in a week should I tell my friends would they thank I am crazy. I woke up on a beautiful morning. I can hear the birds and the wind. I was just …show more content…

Right when I walked in I saw my friends Miranda,Naomi,and Jeffery came and gave me a big hug.They all started talking at the same time what they did over the summer and “I said” y'all need to talk all at once,so they just stopped I was like ok miranda you go first.She was tell me how she never got in trouble with her mom because last year she was always in trouble with her mom.Then naomi told me how she loved to be helping her family do things like cook and even clean.I was like what is wrong with her,until jeffery rudely interrupted her well unlike her I did something really interesting.I went camping and I

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