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Personal Narrative Essay: From West To California

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I was a young child sitting in abandoned house waiting for the black blizzard to pass.I went to get wet towel to put over my face. Suddenly,I hear the storm roaring as it gets closer,and closer, I brace for impact of the high speed dust coming towards me.Then the was so strong it felt like time stopped but the dust was still hurtling towards.I fell down and cover my face because as my face hurt from the dust hitting it rapidly then I looked up.The dust was piercing right through the boards of the house it was going around fifty through sixty miles per hour.So for about an hour I was hiding behind old furniture with a towel on my face.The storm finally passed and when I got up it like the house had hundreds of bullet holes.So now I hurry west to California because I do not what so ever want to be in the next storm. In a few weeks later, I am just trailing along and almost in a different state and along the way I found an officer asking people if they want work in the middle of an old town full of life.He turns his towards me saying, “Hey kid you want some work tending crops.” “For sure officer anything to get out of Oklahoma

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