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Shakespeare's Romeo And Juliet-Personal Narrative

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“Wake up!” A familiar voice pierced the silent room as I jumped out of my bed, cold sweat running down my forehead. I looked towards my wooden bedroom door, which was being pounded by someone on the other side. It seemed like someone was trying to open it. In alarm, I got up and quickly made my way towards the door, immediately remembering that I had locked it last night. What a smart move, Juliet. I internally slapped myself as my eyes skimmed the room and landed on the keys on my nightstand. Another scream then “Jacklyn!” My mother yelled in panic from the other side of the door. I heaved a sigh of frustration as I reached for the golden key. I clasped my hand around the key. However, being the clumsy person I am, it slipped from my shaking hand and landed on the wooden ground. I let out a yell and bent down to pick it up again. That was when a loud explosion came from the other side of the door which soon collapsed into a puddle of ash on the ground. I stared in horror as a young man came …show more content…

“Our only way out of this place is your bedroom window! Come on!” I didn’t need any convincing, I just ran towards the window and violently flung it open. The night air didn’t seem to comfort me like it usually did. I looked down, thinking that we were lucky to be living on the ground level. I hopped out as my brother cautiously left the room, making sure to hold tight to my mum. As we ran towards the neighboring houses, I heard a few masculine yells coming from my bedroom. Millions of the thought raced through my head, I was ready to block them. Panic is not an option now. A moment later, my older brother gestured for me to run towards the house that opposed our small building. While I made my way through the streets, I noticed that some people had left the safety of their homes and were watching the incident in fright. I was glad and relived to see people on their phones. Hopefully calling

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