Personal Narrative Essay: The Tree Of A Tree

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There was a tree that I always went to. It was away from everything, past a little cemetery in the forest. It gave me time to think, to reflect, and to get away from all of my problems. The only issue, is that my mom had rules. I had to tell her when I was going and it had to be light out. She says she worries too much as it is. Her rules weren't always ideal, but I followed them nonetheless. It was a gloomy Saturday when I had gotten into a fight with my mom. One of those arguments that doesn’t just shake off. She just kept yelling and yelling so I ran out into the pouring rain. It was foggy and the rain was so heavy I had trouble seeing where I was going. All I knew was I had to get to my tree, it was my safe spot. The fire in my veins made me forget all about my mother's rules. Finally spotting the large oak tree, I slowed down and began walking towards the trunk. Before I reached it, I saw this tall, slender figure standing off to the side, not moving an inch. In the back of my mind, I knew I should leave immediately, but my curiosity got the best of me. I crept forward, trying to get a better view of the mysterious man. His face began to show more detail, except, there wasn't much to show at all. His face was just, gone. Still, I kept creeping towards him, telling myself it was just the rain in my eyes…show more content…
I quickly turned around only to find nothing there. Glancing at the mirror once more, I thought I must be going crazy. When I came out of the bathroom, my parents were still gone. I got bored and decided to head down to the kitchen. Before I was able to get there, a knock sounded on the front door. I didn't think about who it could be as I guided the door wide open. It was starting to get dark, visibility decreasing even more. Squinting, I made out a tall figure reaching his arm towards me. I slammed the door shut and promptly locked all the doors and

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