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Personal Narrative: A Place Of Corrigan

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I have to leave. I have to escape this terrible place. Corrigan has only been a place of abuse and torment for me and I believe it’s time for me to leave. Laura, the only person who I felt love and affection for, killed herself and I feel partially responsible. I pick up my backpack and begin to pack as many of the basic necessities as I can into my small backpack. I walk out of my small den out into the forest and begin walking, I’m not quite sure where exactly I’m going but I just know that I want to leave this town. The walk through the forest is quite peaceful and I begin to reflect on my life living in the town of Corrigan. My childhood has been very harsh as I have been forced to fend for myself, providing myself with food, clothes and other things …show more content…

Mad Jack Lionel, who I perceived to be a crazed old man turned out to be my grandfather. Why didn’t anyone tell me?. In a town as small as Corrigan it frustrates me that no one has told me that he was related to me. Along with finding out Mad Jack Lionel and I are related, I was told the true details about my mother. It turns out she died in a car crash before giving birth to me. Not even my old man had the decency to tell me. It’s just crazy knowing that the man who I accused of murdering Laura was actually related to me. I stop for a minute, putting my bag on the ground and laying down next to a tree. I reach into my bag and pull out a picture of my mother and Jack Lionel, I stare at it for a minute. Tears start streaming down my face as I begin to have second thoughts about leaving Corrigan, I look behind me, I haven’t been walking to long and it isn’t too late it turn around. I get up and grab my bag, no I can’t just turn around now, as I look back everything bad about corrigan springs into my mind and a feeling of anger fills my mind. I clench my fist and punch the tree next to me as hard as I possibly could, the pain is immense, I turn and start sprinting out of the forest, tears

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