The Fence-Personal Narrative

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“We could get arrested for this,” Mark said. “So?” I replied. “You aren’t going to college. I am. That is why it matters,” Mark said while taking several steps back from the fence. “Oh, so now you are better than me? Stop being a bitch man; it’s a fence,” I said quickly hopping up onto the fence. “Jesus...” I heard Mark say under his breath. The fence was the type of fence you would expect when they absolutely don’t want people to get in. 20 feet high, electric bed wire at the top. We were prepared for this, however, bringing rubber gloves, boots, and wire cutters. There was no way we couldn’t get in. We had thought of everything, including what was in the bag on our backs. Getting to the top, I took my wire cutters out and started cut. I can’t easily see without the use of flashlights, but that is how we wanted it so we didn’t get caught. I kept cutting and after a few cuts I feel back for the space in the wire I should have created, but it wasn’t there. I figure I’m just not feeling in the right spot. Not finding the space, I decided to just cut a new one. I probably got lost on the fence. That time I make sure to keep my hand where I last cut and something strange happened. The fence came back. …show more content…

dude the fence keeps coming back... what is going on?” I said to Mark right as he got up to the top with me. “Well, this is a pretty weird place. Here, I’ll hold the barb down, you go over,” Mark

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