Hunter's Room-Personal Narrative

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I was hoping that after the court hearing was over that things would get easier for me. In a way they did but I was constantly worried that Hunter would somehow escape the maximum security prison. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, my nightmares had started to come less frequently, but I was still scared.
Not long after he went to prison Ryder got a phone call that Hunter had killed himself in the cell. I knew that one of the MC’s probably had a hand in it, but I felt no sorrow when Ryder told me.
I continued to see my councilor and started doing classes online for my elementary education degree. The local community college offered the rest of the classes I would need to finish without having to go back to Washington.
Sarah’s …show more content…

I smiled in confusion. Ryder walked closer to the stage and looked up at me. “What are you doing?” I whispered and knelt down. His eyes showed he was up to something mischievous. I narrowed my eyes at him. The speakers crackled and music started playing, I recognized the song as Smash Mouth’s - Believer. Ryder jumped on the stage and didn’t the unthinkable—he started singing along with the song. Twirling me around and dancing around me while singing. I knew there was no hiding how red my face was. I laughed when he got the students and staff to sing along with him. My dad was sitting there shaking his head. Cade was laughing so hard he was wiping tears off his face. Mom, Sydney, Macy and Sarah were all singing and clapping and trying to take pictures. When the song finally ended I wanted to hide but Ryder surprised …show more content…

“Harley, I know this is the most embarrassing way to possibly ask you. And I’m pretty sure your dad is ready to kill me for singing that ridiculous song, but I can out run the old geezer.” The gym erupted with laughter. “Anyways, I’ve loved you since the second grade, we walked these very halls together. We’ve been through more than any couple should ever have to go through. I’m here to ask you to be my wife.”
I blinked and blinked, “A Shrek song Ryder really?”
He laughed, “Leave Disney alone, we go way back. Shrek’s DreamWorks anyways. If you marry me you marry Disney and DW too.”
I wiped my tears away, “Yes Ryder I’ll be your wife!”
“Holy sh…thank the lord!” He corrected himself. The diamond ring he put on my finger was beautiful. He stood up and swung me around. “You’re dad really is going to beat my ass.” He whispered in my ear. “Thank you

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