Rust, Rus-Personal Narrative Essay

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Rusty, Rust, Rus As I entered the room there was nothing. So hi im Rust and i just met a new friend well sort of i already knew him we talked but we never declared ourselves as friends but we just did about 20 min ago. We just got from the rodeo his name is Rusty and he has a younger brother named Rus. So let's go back the first day we met each other. The first day i was rushing to school and i accidentally dropped my books when i was picking them up he came and helped me. Since that day on we talk to each other. Rusty is a tall guy with black hair and blue eyes his younger brother is a kind of short guy with black hair and greenish bluish eyes. We live in Austin, Texas. But i was born in Kahuku, Hawaii but later on things got tough and we moved here. …show more content…

I say that because me mom and dad left me and i'm kind of alone. His mom served me the best asian food ever. His dad taught me how to defend my self. We stopped practicing until i knocked him down which was the point. So later on we were at school and we all saw the janitor doing something unusual. He has been acting so weird he's been saying HI to everyone which he never does he was smiling which was really rare and he was standing in front of the closet door and was like trying not to let anyone in. So me, Rusty, and Rus just kept walking pretending we were not noticing the difference. But when we got to class everybody was talking about him. It was a Friday so we weren't having school tomorrow. But we decided that we were going to break in and we did but the weird thing was that the alarms didn't go off and all the lights were off except in the janitor’s office. We got next to the door and heard him talking to someone that there next target was going to be Rusty’s

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