Personal Narrative On The Reformatory

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When I was about 13 last fall when I had a bad experience with my parents. As it was about six o'clock when this nightmare started. I went to my friend Cassie’s house to meet my girlfriend. We were going to the The Reformatory in Mansfield. I remember Mr. Chandler shout, “get in the front Noah I am in charge of you.” I couldn't sit by her on the car ride. We had a party in the Car, we played loud music and had a good time. I knew when I got in the Car it would be a long ride about two hours.
It was about 9 o'clock when we got out of the car. We approached the trailer where you got tickets. She was very scary with blood on her face. I had to give my birth certificate for her to let me in. You had to be thirteen and this was my

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