Personal Narrative: Julian's Death

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I was at home when it happened. The police informed me of what happened. The love of my life, Julian, got into a car crash. A large truck crashed into the left side of his car, causing it to spin out. The car spun an astounding 17 times, gliding across the lanes and off the road, before hitting a tree and stopping dead in its place. He was driving home from the store, just a few weeks after graduating from high school. He was only 18 and hearing the news was heartbreaking, why must a kid die? He hasn’t finished school, and he had big dreams! He was going to go to college to be a Biochemist. But now, he’s dead. Dead forever. It’s not going to be like the movies where he dies for a bit and comes back to life in some spectacular way. They say

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