Personal Narrative: The Salem Witch Trials

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Its may 1693 in colonial Massachusetts the salem witch trials are now over and abigail williams is now on her way to a different town to start a new life. I'm running through a dense,dark forest with her uncles stack of green cash that I have just stolen.Im running through the forest yelling that i want to go to boston.I want to go to boston,I want to go to boston,I want to go boston because i'm still shook up ad crazy about what happened in salem . While I was walking through the woods Im thinking that all the stuff people were saying about me was true.then all the sudden I heard a sound and then felt like something was chasing me through the woods. It was this man with a long black coat with red eyes and a pitch fork,it was the devil the real devil. With a deep scratchy voice said ¨I will make me a deal with you and make you a better person¨ so without speaking I thought …show more content…

He said ¨I hope to see you tomorrow¨. So when my heart was full of joy and happiness like I haven't felt before.I met barb at the same diner as before and she had a ear to ear smile on her face she said I the a lot of fun today working the corner today. I said ¨I didn't make much today but i have a big score tomorrow set up¨. So after dinner I was looking for a place to stay the night and found some old raggedy homeless men by a fire and asked if I could join them at first they were looking at me awkwardly. one finally said ¨yes¨. so then the next day when I left,I left them with some cash to go get food. I felt warm inside after that because I think i'm started to think about someone other than myself after I realized how hard it is to be own your own. I walked up to ricky's house and knocked. he answered and said¨come in¨ so I walked in and sat down I said ¨I forgot to ask yesterday but how old are

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