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Personal Narrative-Sleep Scrap Poop

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“Scrap Scrap” said the tree as I was climbing up it. This was a big jungle tree about the size of a skyscraper. It grew tall it had slippery green moss on the side and had long branches the size of a huge limo, but I don’t know what that is because I have never seen one. I have lived in the jungle all of my life with just a van and a little bit of gas left in it, in the middle of nowhere and I can’t do anything about it. When I was little my parents had got divorced and I had to go to an orphanage because neither my mom nor my dad wanted to take care of me. The orphanage that I had to go to was strict and you had to dress up in nice clothes. I had escaped from the orphanage and had ran all the way back to my hometown which was about 6 miles away from the …show more content…

The portal was black with purple dots in it and it was spinning. “Maybe it will take me to an actual home that I can live in”, I thought to myself as I sprung off of the ground into the portal leaving the trashy life that I live in. “Poof”, I was teleported into a universe other known as the business world and I was not happy about it. There was people with nice clothes on and just sitting there mesmerized by the computer screens they were typing on. I was escorted to one of the tables with a computer and a bunch of papers on the desk. “No, I am not being a part of this”, I said as I ran out the door and the person who escorted me was running after me. I made it to the elevator and I was safe. The one obstacle I had to go through was a giant mound of papers and if they fell on me, they would squash me. I tiptoed quietly and held my breath, I made my way to the door as I let my breath out “Huh” and as I let my breath out the papers fell and started to make a wave coming straight at me and I opened the door as fast as I could and went in. The impact the papers made when it hit the elevator was

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