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Personal Narrative Essay: Cyber Bands

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I glanced down at my wrists. I had 18 rubber bands, enough to “survive…” But was it enough to win? I ran by a bush, a rubber band catching on it and snapping. “Dang it,” I thought. I started to walk again, dragging the daypack I had accidentally brought behind me. We were suppose to leave all daypacks at “habitat lines,” sort of like a marching line area. Unfortunately, being the idiot I am, I forgot to. “This isn’t a game!” I thought. Well actually, it was. As different types of animals we were supposed to gain the most amount of rubber bands possible. I was in the woods and ducked behind a tree, scanning the area. With my black and white “gangster hat,” as I called it on top of me, I spotted my next target. “Bingo,” I said aloud. As an

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