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Personal Narrative: Fallout Shelter

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“Good Morning mom.” “Good morning, kyle.” As I walked down stairs I remembered that I just installed a new game called Fallout Shelter it was really fun it’s like this bomb shelter you are the supervisor so you got to build all of these different buildings you need to keep your water, food, energy bars above a certain point it’s really fun so it was Friday I did not didn 't have school but my sister did so I was happy and I wanted to do all these things like go paint balling and welding and stuff like that and we couldn 't do any have it so we went back home and I went upstairs to watch tv then I noticed that I was thirsty so I went downstairs and saw a bottle it looked different so I asked mom “What is this bottle thing doing here …show more content…

“Hey mom can I bring a book.” “Sure Kyle, make sure to bring 2 books it might be a very long time.” “Ok mom.” I ran upstairs very quickly found 2 books I haven 't read and ran back downstairs putting my shoes on as I hopped down to the car. The trip here was pretty dull and boring anyways I just walked up to the stand to see how long the line was it was probably a 4 hour wait so I chose not to wait I speeded down the stairs and as soon as I hit where we were everybody started clapping “Huh what’s going

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