Personal Narrative

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Hey! Hey! Hey! Said a ruffled voice, coming from my half-opened door. Raising my head from the bed, squinting my eyes, trying to see who was at the door, there stood my chloric father.

“What?” I said angrily.

“Time to go finish all this work!”, he shouted. Whipping the covers off my body and groaning as I gradually rotate out of bed. Finally put clothes on without defiance, hair a fluffy mess to just throw a cap on to cover it up, stepping out of the room, blasted by the bright sun. Closing my eyes and rubbing them trying to adjust to the brightness, I started feeling the warmth from the sun coming through the window I could tell it was going to be a blistering, miserable

Tay sees what was happening and yelled to her son, “Matt! Jump!” At that time matt looked over and it was too late Frank ran into the ranger smashing it and Matt. Tay ran over there as fast as she could. Frank keeps backing up and driving forward again. Tay ran in front of the pickup trying to stop him, but just ran her over. Lucky the snow was fluffy and it gave half her body and arm some cushion.

Meanwhile, Matt goes out, and Frank backed up and stepped out of the pickup with his pistol drawn. Tay was scrambling to stand up and run, Frank pulled the gun up and pointed at her; Matt tackled his father. As he was fighting to hold his father back, he yells at his Tay to run. She ran off into the trees, and Matt pushed off his father and took off to. They went and laid underneath a huge evergreen tree and tried to be quiet as possible because Frank with a pistol in hand was walking around looking for them. For some reason, he decided to stop and go sit in his pickup, which is then when my father showed up, and the whole time he was there Tay and Matt was hiding out in the trees. Matt pitched into my father and said, “Ya. Most kids remember fun childhood memories all I remember is my father beating on my mother growing