How To Write A Narrative Essay On A Subway

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It was like any other day, The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. People were going about with their normal and happy lives. There were families that were playing around with their kids and people walking their dogs. It was a Sunday,but even though the mood and morale above seems positive, the mood below was very sinister. Below was a subway that was not very pleasing to the eye. The floors had a lot streaky Blood Marks on it due to multiple fights and shootings that occurred down in that part of the subway.But something about this particular day was a little more normal than any other day. Everything was calm, everything was quiet, but it was just too good to be true. Five stops down there was a train was scheduled to stop at that station. Little did anybody seem to know there was something very drastic that was supposed to happen that day. In the train station everybody was waiting for a returning cross country train. It was making its way from Ludendorff, North Yankton and was on course to return to San Andreas, Los Santos. The people at the stop were excited to see their family and friends. One little girl, Her name was Allison, …show more content…

Daniel told his friend, “ah, it’s been too long. I have not seen my lovely wife. I have not seen my beautiful little princess Allison for so long. They are going to be so happy to see me.” His friend replied, “They sure will Dan”. Ever since Daniel was of in Ludendorff he has had a documented diary of everything he had done during his business trip and he is going to share it all to Allison once he makes his way to San Andreas. Also on this Train was the oldest member of the Payne Family, His name was Zaire. He could not talk and was very frail and close to death but he wanted to see his family just one more time. People were happy to get home to their families but had no idea what they were in

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