Narrowed-Personal Narrative

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I lay on the floor shaking. I had heard two shots fire off and make impact with someone. I lifted my head up and saw that everyone was still lying on the ground I stood up and looked around just in time to see a boy about my age running out the door frantically. He looked like he was hysterical and I figured that I should investigate. I started weaving my way through the now raising people to follow the boy. I peeked my head out the door and saw him disappear into the woods. After glancing back at where Chealsey was calming people down, I slipped out of the front door. “Hey! Don’t go in there!” I screamed after him. I saw him glance over his shoulder, but he ignored me. I scrambled after him as fast as I could in my white dress. I slowly …show more content…

I wanted to run up to him and hug him, but I stayed back. He tried to start running again but his foot snagged on a tree root that was sticking up. He slammed into the ground with a loud thud and I winced. He tried to get up and push on but his legs just wouldn’t allow it. He curled into a ball and leaned against the tree sobbing harder now. The strange boy had copper hair and dark brown eyes. His face was covered in freckles and he looked like he was about the same age as I was. His black pants had a rip in the knee from his hard fall and his white shirt was covered in dirt. He cried for a long time before I did anything. I stepped forward and stood in front of him. My white and pink dress flowed around me magically. He lifted his head and gasped with his eyes opening up in …show more content…

I took a deep breath and walked over to him. I slowly lifted the back of his shirt up. His hand caught mine in a swift motion that caught me off guard. “It’s gross. Not something for a pretty girl like you to see.” He rasped out and I smirked. I lifted his shirt up the rest of the way against his warning. I found where the bullet went in easy. The poison was already starting to get into his blood system. I could see that the veins on his back were starting to turn purple already. I sighed and lightly laid his shirt back down. He stiffened at the light touch of the shirt on his wound and I knew he was hurting. “What your name?” I asked while I looked around us for a way to get him out of here. “Copper: like my hair.” He smiled and I laughed at his silliness. “I’m Bittzy.” I smiled and waved but hesitated. “I’m going to get you out of here.” He stiffened and looked me over again. When he didn’t protest I stood up. I turned, but before I could take a step he grabbed my hand. I saw the urgent look on his face. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered. “I won’t, don’t worry.” I nodded looking around again. When he didn’t let go I looked back at him. “Promise?”

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