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My Father's Deaths-Personal Narrative

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As we pulled away from the city in our small family car, my mind had run away with my thoughts. I was staring blankly at the nothingness of the grey skies. The more I stared, the more I was taken into a swirling trance. Nothing made sense anymore. We were moving on so quickly and everyone seemed to be oblivious to the deaths that had terrorized our town over the past few months. No one seemed to notice; no one seemed to care. Dad wasn't the same anymore. He never just packs up and leaves. He hates change. Murders and 'accidental' deaths were happening every week in our small town. As sick as it was, it began to feel normal. Never in a million years would I have thought it would have affected our family. The death of our grandparents sewn …show more content…

"Riley! Get up!" I pushed him off me to reveal a beautiful lake house through the car window. It was so well structured. The siding walls of the building where the perfect shade of red, matching the colors of the leaves falling off of the branches. The spruce wood balconies looked over the undisturbed lake. Not a single ripple. I stared up at the mossy roof, it walked hand in hand with all the colours of this house. I was in so much awe of how beautiful the house was, I nearly forgot about my worries and pains. As I finally stepped out of the car a wave of anxiety and worry washed over me. Reminding me of all the pain we had left. However, I pushed the feelings away. I saw how happy everyone was and didn't want to spoil it. I grabbed my suitcase and a backpack and walked through the door that dad had just opened. I was fully expecting something shabby and messy. The main reason being, dad and Elizabeth had got it pretty cheap. I was speechless. The whole place was beautiful. It was so clean and tidy. There was a small piece of paper on the floor, which read 'enjoy'. The handwriting was messy. As if it had been rushed. It confused me quite a bit, but I shook it

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