Dashing under the bridge was my best option at this point. What was happening was a torrential downpour! I arrived under the bridge near the train station with my soggy boots and drenched coat. Suddenly a truck tipped over the bridge. I ran across to the where the truck had landed and realized that oil was pouring out of the back and the vehicle and the engine was still running. I grabbed a rock and threw it against the window to try and unlock the door. I felt a heat coming from the back of the truck it was a ......Thursday, June 6, 2013
My Narrative
Dashing under the bridge was my best option at this point. What was happening was a torrential downpour! I arrived under the bridge near the train station with my soggy boots and drenched coat. Suddenly a truck tipped over the bridge. I ran across to the where the truck had landed and realized that oil was pouring out of the back and the vehicle and the engine was still running. I grabbed a rock and threw it against the window to try and unlock the door. I felt a heat coming from the back of the truck it was a ......
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Hey Brooklyn!
ReplyDeleteWhat a very awesome and intense narrative you have written. I think that your story was Awesome! The way you described the girl and the setting kept me at the edge of my seat. Good Work Brooklyn!
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