Personal Narrative: Cruel In My Life

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Betrayal
Why does everything have to be so perfect in this world, I am completely the opposite. My life is a typhoon, before the 9 October 2012 it was a disgrace. I am the type of person who is shy, who can’t stand up for them selves and is smart but make stupid decision, which are irreversible. Although I am young; but I have experience with the worst situations in life. Growing up, I was spoiled, but when I was 10 I got kidnapped, because my parents where rich billionaires who owed the company which denominated the computer, I-pad and phone section; they named me after it to show heir pride to the company. They called me Space. In school I would always get bullied and picked on because my name, even the teacher couldn’t stop the laughter
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Jumping up like on child on drugs, I rushed over to the stranger, but actually I wasn't to talk to strangers but I didn't care. Close enough to reach the car the stranger suddenly moves backwards, I follow. I wanted to stop but somehow the delicious smell of sugar kept my feet from standing still, and those glooming eyes starring down at my was hypnotizing, telling my not to stop. But the thing in his hand that he got right out was the best, of which I couldn't take my eyes off.
I grab for the beautiful polished white gold necklace, which was lying in front of me that had a big red Rubin in the middle. I just got out of hostage for 8 years; this was the best thing that has happened to me in this time. The only problem was it wasn't mine; I needed it. I would waste my life; I
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Standing up I look at the door which was shut last night with a lock, I walked to it. Pulling hard I noticed it was locked. But there it was the necklace on the shelve to my left. Next to it was a golden bowl I pick it up and feel a texture which I haven't seen before so I draw my fingers along it and notice it was a dragon with it tail pointing up so I follow. With out realizing I noticed that my hand was in the bowl. Moving my hand back to the starting point I feel something, which wasn't smooth but more papery like. Moving to the window I notice it was a note. With the words:’ you have been kidnaped you belong to

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