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Personal Narrative: The Day The Second Monster

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The day the second monster came I was at middle school. I stood by my locker trying to remember what I needed to bring to my next class when my closest friend started walking toward me. She walked toward me like a queen walking to her throne. When she finally stood next to me she stood tall with a conceited look on her face. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Listen, we need to talk.” “About what?” I asked and closed my locker door. “Is this about the algebra homework from last night?” “No, no - it’s not about that,” she hesitated for a moment and said, “We can’t be friends anymore.” “Why not?” I shouted. I didn’t understand why she would suddenly turn on me like this. We’d been friends since second grade! Why all of a sudden
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