Personal Narrative-Maggie

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“Yeah, I just got home ten minutes ago. A friend is over and we’re about to eat a sandwich. Are you working overtime then or not?”
“Before you change the subject, I hope your friend is there when I get home because if they aren’t, I’m going to finally give you the ‘YouTubers are not your friends’ intervention.”
“Shut up Raul! They are my friends, you’re jealous I have more friends. BUT, she is real. Her name is Casey and she’s very real, she just put chips in her sandwich like the weirdo she is.” Casey cracked a smile before taking a bite of her sandwich. “So are you working late or not?”
“Yeah, I am, until six. Sorry baby, but they want more of the wall up. You still want to go to the drive-ins, right?”
“Yeah I do. I’ll talk to you later
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He’s, you know, the responsible one, has always worked to pay the bills, but he’s also the one I’m closest too. He reminds me of my mom, he always stays positive, always has a smile on his ugly face, and Travis is has always been a goof. He’s sleeps around a lot and I probably shouldn’t have told you that, but that’s the bottom line to him. His girlfriend of 6 months broke up with him a couple of days ago, so he’s been down lately. So if you meet him later and wonder if the scowl on his face is permanent, I can assure you it isn’t,”
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A couple of hours later, after Casey fell asleep while they watched Scandal, Jocelyn headed to the kitchen to start dinner. She didn’t know if Casey and her brothers were staying to eat, but she figured that it didn’t hurt to make enough for them too. Even if they didn’t stay, she could still make Raul burritos from the leftovers tomorrow. She began making the chiles rellenos in a tomato salsa along with rice while music blasted from the speaker.
Once she was almost done, it was 5:20 in the afternoon, Jocelyn heard vibrations. Thinking it was her phone, she walked over to it but it wasn’t the one vibrating. So she walked to the living room in search of Casey’s
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The call ended and then began up again as Jocelyn peered towards it to see who was calling. The screen read Dre and displayed a picture of a white guy shooting a gun.
Jocelyn was confused because that couldn’t be her brother Andre, could it?
“Casey, c’mon, your phone is ringing!”
The excitement in Jocelyn’s voice got her no response from Casey, but instead a sharp knock on the door.
Jocelyn walked over to the door and looked through the peephole, finding the same white guy that was calling. But now, Jocelyn considered him a man, not a guy. She stepped away from the door and opened it a bit, using her body to block the view of the inside just like Raul always told her to do. The man looked up from his phone and the light of it illuminated his face.
“Is Casey here?” He had a deep voice that didn’t match his looks; he looked young.
“Yeah, you must be Andre, right?”
He stuffed his phone into his left pocket and nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Jocelyn.” She stuck her hand out and he took it, shaking it. She opened the door more to allow him in.
His eyes scanned the room until he found her feet sticking out of the arm of the couch. “Did you girls decide to have a sleep