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Personal Narrative: My Mayor

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Ding! My alarm boomed. I immediately shut it. Today my parents are gone because they have a highly important meeting to attend. I throw my red velvet blanket with pink stripes straight off my bed. Wait a second. I totally forgot to tell you something important. I am mayor today. This means that today is my one and only chance to show I can be an honorable, reliable and perfect mayor. A mayor needs to be dressed really nicely at all times. I rush over to my closet.I should wear my prettiest clothing. I wear a dark pink gown with red crystals at the bottom, green edges and orange dots on the collar. There are tiny ruffles in the middle. Once my hair is in a pony I place my toy crown on top. Then I walk over to the castle, which is 5 feet

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