Jafar Personal Narrative

Jafar from afar When Jafar was young he lived in a small house in eastern florida. He lived with his dad, hank and is younger sister. His mom left when he was young but his dad always seemed too take care of them as much as was he was capable of. His dad loved them dearly but he had a lot of his own problems. He was an alcoholic working for minimum wage as a construction worker, so funds were usually tight. Jafar didn't care that his dad didn't make much money, he was just glad he had his dad and his little sister marcy. But his dad was really the lucky one as his dad usually said “I need u guys more than you need me”.
Jafar went to the nearby Jackson High School. He was in eleventh grade and he did not have a big passion for school. All he ever wanted

He thought it would be harmless too check it out. He drove in and boom it was like heaven, cars everywhere. There was a couple hundred people there all watching the current race. The cars were screeching around drifting everywhere. All Jafar was thinking was why haven't I found this earlier. For the next year Jafar practiced drifting and made it a art. He became the best and created an empire on the black market off all the money he made from racing. But no one wanted to race him anymore. He was too good and no one could beat him. So Jafar moved away from his family to los angeles where he pretended to be a rookie then blew the competition out of the water. He continued to do this for about 10 years until there was no were else to go in the u.s. So he went around the world making a name for himself but eventually at the age of 36 he crashed and died . Well that was what was reported but someone actually tampered his brakes causing them to fail in turn killing him. But they never found the killer he got away clean and unnoticed. There it was the end of the line for Jafar. The end of his