My Father's Deaths-Personal Narrative

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THE MAN... I remember when my best friend died the only person that I trusted. Danny was thinking about him when I opened up the door my mom said “Danny come eat you know when to come home!” Danny rush to the dinner table .I saw something in front of the window a man like figure in then the window shattered and the man was gone what was that Danny’s mother said.Again I wonder for a split second is the same thing going to happen to me like my friend. My dad pulled in the driveway dad is that you “yes it’s me why did u ask was it me?” then he took a step inside he looked around what happened inside Danny’s dad looked at him with a mad face! I told my mom he was by the window mom turned around and said “ hey look a bullet is right there”. …show more content…

They found out that he was also the man who killed my best friend and he is serving 10 years for 2nd dercear murder.Mom come help me pack up danny said okay said Danny’s mother.Im so proud of you your growing up so fast i wish your father wasn’t working so he coukd say good bye said his mother i know mom hey but lets not get upset and finsh packing.Okay I will miss you so much ok ok ok mom were in public said danny sorry his mother repiled so this is the next step you will be taking listen danny im not going to be here alot only on the hoildays. Ok said danny. We were here there was like 2000 people there my mom said “ i wish you were still a kid i’ll miss you so much” hey mom how was it in college for you” it was hard you had to get to your classes on time and turn in all your assignments and make sure you don’t get in trouble” ok he said. And off he went a 17 year old off in college Danny kept in contact with his mother and told her all about it and he know’s she getting tired of him calling so Danny left her alone for a good week Danny was walking to his dorm when he heard scream he rush to the scene he saw a man like figure like when he was a kid all Danny heard was gunfire the old man kept getting closer, the more closer he gets the more he grins. Next thing he is

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