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Personal Narrative: Lake Home

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Killer

Games may be fun, but not this one. We had owned our lake house for several years, but no one knew someone who came along with us was capable of murder; someone was capable of killing with little thought, killing people who they had once loved. That raised a burning question, however, did this person ever love us? It was just a stupid little game, or so everyone thought. How did everything escalate so quickly? I don’t think anyone was ready for what was going to go down that weekend.
“Ugh, Mom?... MOM!” I shrieked in our little white mini-van. It was cramped and humid, raising a sweat on every member of my family.
“Yes honey?” My mother’s calm and soothing voice responded to me, not taking her eyes off of the empty stretch of highway that seemed to go on forever.
“Are we there yet?” I said for about the fiftieth time since we had gotten our butts buckled into the van. “No. If we were there you wouldn’t be asking.” My mother, a hint of humor laced within her tone. I roll my eyes and turn my head back to the window. Our lake house was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, so when I looked out, all I could see was endless rolls of fields and small hills, continuing for miles. After what felt like years, we finally pulled into our gravel driveway …show more content…

We walked out of the house in silence and I ran back to grab the football I was playing with when I sat with Will earlier that day. We tossed the ball for a while. We mostly talked about my sister and how psycho she’d become. After a while, Mr. Warren rang the bell which meant it was time for dinner. Matthew and I walked over to his house and sat in the patio to eat. Dinner was pretty quiet, except for the occasional comment Elizebeth made on Bailey’s new style or Matthew chatting to Will about how fishing went. Eventually, dinner was over and the adults were getting ready to go out to go a couple doors down to Boogie, my great auntś house for some

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