My Locker-Personal Narrative

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I stopped by my locker again before I left to go home, and I heard some yelling outside the side door around the corner from my locker. I quickly zipped up my backpack, shut my locker, and threw my backpack over my shoulder. I jogged outside and went down part of the hill and turned the corner to see Brooklyn, Isabelle, and Avery surrounding a sixth grader. They were throwing things at her, yelling, and laughing. I didn't hear anything they said, but I knew it wasn't nice. "Leave her alone!" It went completely silent, and I now regretted doing anything.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Brooklyn was slowly walking towards me while the other two were holding down the sixth grader. "What did you say to me?!" As she said the last word, she pushed me
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