Personal Narrative: My New Step Dad

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When I was little Me and my mother didn’t have any troubles as I grew up we started to argue all lot. Thats when my new step dad came into my life about 9 years ago and made everything worse than it already was. So then me and my dad was talking and we decided that I wouldn't go back there. But she brought the cops into it where I had to go back until I was 18. Then we went to court. Then everything got worse after that know all she does is scream at us she doesn’t have to yell we can hear her if she just talks to us. So me and my brother are moving out of her house when I turn 18 so I don’t have to go there anymore. Know me and my brother are moving in with my older sister’s house. It was about 3 weeks ago that my grandfather passed away

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