Personal Narrative-The Boston Marathon

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When I woke up on April 15th, I was excited and anxious to go watch the Boston Marathon. I crept out of my bed and down the hall. I was surprised because I only heard whispering and everyone isn’t supposed to be up by now, I thought. I went into my parents room and they were both up and ready to go. My dad had on a red collared shirt with black pants. His face was freshly shaved, and his straight black hair was gelled and combed to the side. My mom was wearing a blue and white striped shirt with blue pants. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun. All of the sudden my brother Conor came in the room still in his pajamas and his dirty blond hair draping over his bright pink eyes. When everyone got dressed my mom explained that Conor