Personal Narrative: The Book Bag

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Brittany Today I was walking to school when a car was going past. The ancient car was covered with rust and grime. Just as the car was beside me, it backfired. A cloud of brown smoke made it hard to breathe or see anything, finally as the smoke cleared, I realized something about it had left me as a furry small brown kitten. I had to somehow show my mom what just happened to me. My mom was still home, so I decided to try dragging my book bag back to the house. My book bag was much too heavy to pull so I push it with my head. I was trying to get inside the house, but my mom saw me. Well, the kitten version of me, and instead of letting me in the house, she hit me with a broom. My mom took my bag and went inside, shutting me outside.

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