Personal Narrative: The Lake House

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I placed my bags by the door and texted Riley saying I was heading over. Then I went to my room grabbed my wallet and walked out the door with my bag. It was cold and rainy but the rest of the week was supposed to be hot. I walk over to Riley’s and he’s waiting for me in his living room. Twenty minutes later Jack and Tanner showed up. We hung out for awhile but around eleven we got in the car and headed to Missouri. We were going to a lake house owned by friends of Riley’s parents and also his boss over the summer. The drive to missouri was the farthest I have ever gone out of state which is a big part of why the lake house is a “special place”. It took about three to four hours to get there because we had to make a few stops on the way but

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