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Personal Narrative Essay: The Kite Runner

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There was screaming and shouting everywhere. I was being pushed around, shoved side to side whilst being amongst a massive crowd. The fight was so close, although we were in the beautiful surroundings of Madagascar, we were in the disgusting part of town. All I can smell is sweat, and a vibe of intensity filled the air. Encouraging a fight between mongoose and snake, my biggest concern is that I’ve beat on the right side. The crowd was roaring as the fight neared an end. Although, my attention had been averted towards a strange man. He was slowly advancing on me, with his hand up to his ear and shouting to who seemed like no-one. It was all too suspicious. As a bomb maker, I constantly feared being followed, it was then that I ran. In the rush of the crowd, the man tripped over himself and a gunshot followed. It was soon after that we were surrounded by chaos, and I was running for my life. …show more content…

Although, I continued to run, in fear that the man would catch up. It was then when another man began to chase me. Being a freelance runner, I ran towards a construction site, in hopes of preventing him from catching me. With a combination of parkour and freelance running, I was confident I would’ve been able to shake the man, although I was petrified. I leaped from platform, to over the fence in an instant. It was then that I thought that I had lost my pursuer as I ran to go hide behind a shipping container. Crouched on the ground, in a weaver stance, I thought I’d had him. Rushing towards me was a digger, and piles of construction pipes surrounded me. I ran for the nearest pole, and scrambled up it. Dust, and gas filled my lungs as I continued to try to escape from the grasp of this man. If balancing on these platforms wasn’t hard enough, chaos was caused from the gunshots and the digger, and every man encountered tried to end my

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