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Personal Narrative Essay: The Death Of Sarah Clark

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It has been almost a year since 14-year-old Sarah Clark disappeared on July 20th. Investigators are still hoping that Kaylee Miller’s information will lead us to a conclusion on what really happened to Miss Clark. It was the worst day of my life, and Sarah was still gone. Nothing could make that day any better. Let's go back to the day it all happened, Sarah went missing and it was all my fault. June 20, 2016, the day things all went wrong, I insisted on walking alone downtown, we were 14 at the time, and felt that we had some responsibilities. It was dark and the wind was blowing, it sounded as if the whole world was standing still. We kept walking, but I started to feel like a dark figure was following us and I wish I followed my instincts. I looked back but nobody was there, so I clutched the locket that Sarah and I both had with a photo of each other’s faces. We continued walking until Sarah screamed, I looked back and …show more content…

I called the police and reported the kidnaping. The world was spinning and I felt as if I could no longer breath, as if someone was grabbing my throat. I knew my life was over, nothing that could happen will make this day feel any better. Back to today. My parents were very overprotective of me, I couldn’t go anywhere alone without an adult or even with my friends. I could only walk alone from my school. I know it was dangerous, but I decided to sneak out and walk downtown, and then I saw him. I saw the man that ruined my life and stole my best friend. He had the same car that he had before. He went inside the liquor store so I quickly opened the trunk, but nobody was in there. I made a very courageous decision, I got into the trunk and quietly shut it, and waited. I felt the man get in the car. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would surely give me away. I breathed faster, faster, and faster. The car lurched as he pushed the gas petle. I heard him on the

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