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Personal Narrative: I Laid In A Puddle Of Blood

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Have you ever seen someone you love laying in a puddle of blood.? One day over spring break I went over to my uncle house to visit because I haven 't seen him in awhile, so I stayed over his house for majority of the day. Eventually all of the kids fell asleep. A few hours later

I heard like 5 gunshots so loud it woke me from my sleep.then my mama grabbed me and my cousins and told us to get down on the ground.

Right after the shooting my auntie called the police.When the police came we went outside and I saw my daddy laying on the ground covered in blood and when I saw him i just started crying.Then a police officer came to me and my siblings and told us to get in his patrol car.Then he took us to the hospital.

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