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Personal Narrative: A Day At St. John's Baptist School

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Adjusting my midnight blue tie, I hurried down the sidewalk to St. John’s Baptist Church. Sunday morning, and I was barely awake, the thick fog blurring my vision. If you haven’t already guessed, I’m the enterprising young fellow that springs out of bed at five o’clock every weekend to ring the church bells, waking up my dead and dying little town. This Sunday was muggy as usual, the sun never showing up to greet me. Skipping up the cement steps, I took hold of the clammy oakwood door to let myself in. Lazily tossing my jacket on the coat rack, I ascended up to the belltower. Something, however, just didn’t feel right that day. I felt a presence other than my own, but I brushed it off, thinking the drowsiness was messing with my head. I took …show more content…

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