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Personal Narrative Fiction

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I hated high school. I’d rather be home sleeping so when the bell ring at the end of the day I'm more than relieved. Even afterschool I still had to walk home before I could sleep. I’ve grown to not mind the walk home with my twin sister Jenelle, on cool fall days. When we started up our driveway, which leads to our baroque house, something seemed off. I approached the glass front doors and saw it was unlocked already, I didn’t think much about it, assuming mom or dad got home early. “Dad?” I called, and got no response, so I tried again, “Mom?” Again no response. Strange, I thought. Maybe they forgot to lock it on the way out this morning, so I continued toward the stairs and up to my room. As I rounded the corner on the stairs, I saw a …show more content…

I thought he was gone, but I continued to look for her. The first place I looked was her room. I could see Jenelle’s outline curled in a ball on her bed. I sat next to her on the bed and the loud banging began again and the room began to slowly get pitch black as the sun was sinking past the horizon. The noised echoed louder this time coming from the backdoor, followed by the same mans voice. “Kate! Jenelle! I know youre in there just open the door!” It continued and the sound of the doorknob came with it. I fumbled in the dark to find my phone and dial 911, but before I could, I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. They got closer and closer, until the noise was right outside her door. I began to feel great attrition because of the fear in my body. I pulled both of us back off the bad and we crawled under it. “Kate,” the man said in a deep, hushed voice, in front of me. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t bear to look. Two large hands wrapped around my shoulders and began to shake me. I opened my eyes, just a bit, to see that it was bright out and my dad was standing over me. “Time for dinner,” he said and walked out of my door and down the stairs. I peaked out of my room and saw the clean carpet that covered the upstairs floor. My shoulders drooped as I let out a huge sigh. None of it was

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