Personal Narrative: The Death Of Carolyn Roberts

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I don’t remember Carolyn Roberts very well, but I do remember a few things. I remember her weird green eyes. They weren’t like anything I’d ever seen. They were bright green and clashed with the orange cardigan she always wore,which looked really strange with her tan skin. Also, I remember her brown hair. It was always in a messy bun and looked as if she had just wrestled an alligator. The last thing I remembered about her, but the most important, was her name. It was all over the trophies in the trophy case, all over the minds of the teachers who feel proud to have taught her, all over the lips of the news reporters announcing her murder * * * * * * * * * * * * “I’d wish you a happy Valentine’s Day, but it would probably be inappropriate

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