Cruelty-Personal Narrative

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“I saw the blood coming from his forehead and he was yelling at you to wake up, so I helped him out before I came back for you. He would not say anything to me, but I feel he will be okay.” I just watched Tyler, he seemed lost, and I felt awful. The man sat me down at the curb and asked if I was feeling okay and if I remember anything that happened. As he talked I looked over his shoulder and saw the Impala. My mother’s car had turned 360 degrees and the whole passenger side of it looked like it was smashed by a huge hammer a million times. The car was filled with smoke and glass and pieces of the car was all over the intersection. In the corner of my eye, I saw the other vehicle. The while front smashed into her front window and the lady driving
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