The Day I Killed-Personal Narrative

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“You’re fired.”
Gee, thanks.Way to let me down easy. Wait, did you think I said that out loud? You don’t think I’m that dumb, right? Of course you don’t, we’re best friends here. After all, I took the precious time out of my day to write you a story, and you took the precious time out of your day to read it, so we’re all on the same page here (no pun intended). Nancy, my boss, stares at me with this blank look on her face. What, do you expect me to say something? I just lost my job that I went to school for eight years to get. I’m not exactly in the best emotional state. But, I muster up the courage to spit out a reaction. “Well, I might as well be on my way,” I say. I get up, throw my backpack on, and walk out of the office. I know why I
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I set to work soothing the gorillas and checking their vitals. The average heart rate was 97 bpm, about 17 beats higher than it should be. I immediately help the animals settle down to sleep so the number lowers. Sandy puts out a bowl of water and tosses some bamboo shoots and fruit on the ground. Most of them close their eyes right away, but one persists and continues to pace the habitat. I scratch my head, curious as to why he has so much energy. All of a sudden, the ring on my finger begins to vibrate. I take it off and fumble with it in my hand. A soft voice can be heard, but neither Sandy nor I are speaking. I hold the ring up to my ear and listen intently. “Greg. Pssst, Greg. Can you hear me? I’m not sure how well the reception is where you are, but I need you to know this.”, the ring echos. “Who is this? How do you know my name?” I respond. “It’s me, Peter. Your father? You know, the one who disappeared three years ago, yet you haven’t bothered to search for me? In fact, let’s leave that conversation for another time. I have details that you need to know.” Holy cow! My father, my real, living father, is speaking to me right now! I try to express my excitement, but Dad starts talking. “I have indeed been kidnapped. Buddy Ray, your boss, is the one who took me. Listen, Greg, Tupac Zoo is not your ordinary zoo. Ever wonder why it was named after a deceased celebrity? Well, there’s a reason behind it all. Buddy Ray works for a terrorist organization called Rittenhouse. His intentions are to kidnap all the major figures involved in growing the U.S, such as celebrities, business owners, major philosophers, etc, and replace them with doppelgängers who work for

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