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Personal Narrative: Where Are You In Beacon Hills

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no one have said anything for a while then Scott speaks up "where are you in Beacon Hills"when he asks the question he looks me right in the eyes "well like Jasmine told you, i went into a sleep like that before then woke up saying that we need to come here. but i never why or what i saw" when i talk i look at my heads "i saw you and your pack" i continue talking but now looking up at Scott "you were surround by death, i saw all of you dying. and i heard about you, how you had a pack but not alpha and that you had a human and a hunter. i couldn 't just let you die so i thought maybe if i came here i could help"

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