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Personal Narrative: Three, Two, One, And Race

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Three, Two, One, and the race is off. 30,000 runners pass me in the blink of an eye. I hear the laughter all around. I feel the joy spreading through the area. As the time flys by I see runners starting to cross the finish line and the whole atmosphere turned. Boom! A loud noise followed by a large chunks of gravel flying in the air. Screaming and terror rose as another bomb exploded 12 seconds after. I see the fear of faces scatter throughout the street. Myself and many others, can’t put together what just happened. My instincts kicked in and I run into the action. We’ve just been apart of another U.S terrorist attack.

A woman is laying on the ground screaming in pain. I use my ability to comfort her, and call in backup. As I look down the street, I notice many others just like her in front of me. A paramedic arrived in a blink of an eye as I let the woman go. About 170 people were injured in this attack, and I was lucky enough to help 6 of those back to safety. …show more content…

Through hours of surveillance video, they noticed something unusual. Three days after the attack, the FBI released photos and videos of two bombing suspects. As that day carries on, I received a call from the police department. Two suspects were robbing a convenience store! I couldn’t make it to the scene since my wife was going into labor. I promised my wife that I’d be there with her when the baby was due. Later that night, the television lit up with Breaking News. Police officer Sean Collier, shot and killed in the line of

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