Personal Narrative

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SHE STARTED IT I will never talk to my sister again! It all started at 6:30am my dad woke me up and told me to get ready for school so I stumbled out of my comfy bed in my dark blue room and turned the corner then my dad told me to wake up my sister because he had to go, he worked as a bus driver so he has to leave at 6:30 every morning, so I walked out of my room through the hallway and straight to my sisters room, I ran up the steps as loud as I could to try to wake her then I got deeper and deeper into my sisters grumpy teenage room so I turned the corner turned on the lights and screamed WAKE UP SYDNEY!!! Then I ripped off her blankets were under she was wearing her llama pajamas. When she started to open her eyes and move I went running she jumped out of bed and came after me. I was running down the steps and she leaned over the railing grabbed a jacket and swiped it down... she got me, right in the eye with the zipper. So of course I had to get her back, I threw a shoe at her right in the gut and then I went down stairs and I acted innocent and screamed …show more content…

At that time sydney comes running downstairs and and told my mom “Claudia ripped off my blankets and screamed at me” “nuh uh dad told me to wake up sydney so I went upstairs, turned on the light and took of her blankets, then she ran after me and she grabbed a jacket and hit me in the eye with it”. So my mom asked what did I do, I told her nothing and Sydney said I was lying, which I was I didn't tell her I threw a shoe. So then my mom was

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