Personal Narrative

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It was early in the morning and I was listening to this old ticking clock in my room and then suddenly mom rushed into my room and told me to hurry up and get down here right now. I was confused by what was going on but I was too scared to ask. So I hurried up and ran downstairs and was surprised to see the police at the door. Then I saw my mom crying and the police men were beating around the bush. Then I noticed Jack wasn’t barking so I asked my mom where was he. She told me that the police have got reports of a brown pit bull attacking little kids. I was confused because I just knew that Jack wasn’t like that. Then I remembered that yesterday Jack ran out the door chasing someone on a bike and never came back. I decided to leave and try …show more content…
I was shocked so I said
“ Jack no.” Then he started barking at me, and then before we both new it he started running at me and I jumped onto the trash can. I was in so much shock and adrenaline I didn’t realize he had got ahold of my leg until the little boy told me. So know we were stuck up there until I noticed a crate in reach. So I grabbed it and thought about it but I had to do it. So I threw it at Jack and jumped off the trash can and ran down the alley. Then I noticed he wasn’t running after us. So I walked back in fear and when I turned the corner I could not believe my eyes. My dog Jack was just laying there without any movement at all. I dropped to my knees and started crying. I called my dad and told him to come to the diner to come pick us up. We waited about 10 minutes before he got here. When he got here he didn’t ask any question but just seemed disappointed. So we put him in the truck and went to the vet. Once we got there and in the examining room I found out 2 things that only made everything worse. We found out that I had broke his neck but also that he had rabies. I was to sad to say anything on the way back. I mean how could you deal with killing your own pet, and to see your pet try to attack you without any

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