Personal Narrative Genre: Personal Narratives from Students 1 – 10
The Night before Christmas
Plop, plop, plop. My mom was putting the ice cold cookie dough in the oven. It was getting warm and was rising like magma in a volcano. Sqluash. My Grandma was pouring the milky waterfall, flowing into my glass cup. Milk and home baked cookies were a Christmas Eve tradition. While I enjoyed my treat, I became anxious as one by one, all of my relatives arrived to celebrate the holiday at my Grandma’s house.
Once everyone had arrived, the fun began. My cousins and I went outside and began yelling Christmas songs. We were just being yowling and prowling cats at night. We played tag and hide ‘n’ seek in the dark. Everything was an adventure. How young we were.
After our merriment, we went back inside, out of breath, and went into the garage to find other hidden secrets our Grandma had. Time flew by so fast, and soon it was midnight. Everyone was in the living room in pajamas, ready to open presents. First, we started at the youngest, and then all the way to the oldest. It took a long time to open presents, especially since my Grandma had fourteen grandchildren. Inside we were all shrieking with joy, but outside we looked like mature, responsible kids. We were all lions awaiting our prey (presents), watching for it to leap out of the bag. First to unwrap was my youngest cousin, one-year-old Ariana, who we called Ari. Ari looked like a cat clawing at the biggest box.
Finally, after many other relatives had opened gifts, it was my turn. I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to see my shiny, white iPod in my hand. Then I ripped open my presents, but all I saw was clothes. I uttered under my breath and thought I saw my dad glowering at me. I was extremely disappointed. I had really hoped to receive that new iPod. Nevertheless, I was grateful that my family spent money on me, even though I didn’t get my shiny, white iPod.
At the end of the night, I was happy that I had seen all my relatives. Don’t get me wrong, I was sad I didn’t get money or my shiny, white iPod, which would look good with me, by the way. I realized that what really mattered was that I got to see my family and had an awesome time with them. I love my family because they love, support, and adore me. This had to be the best Christmas ever, one I will always remember.
Woof, woof I hear as I play with my dog, the small barking ball of black fur with his stumpy, little legs and chunky paws chasing the tiny neon yellow sphere. My dog Jessie hops in the jungle of plants and shrubs still chasing the ball, his long fur as black as night, bounding after the bright sphere.
The day before our ball adventure, Jessie is as energetic as ever. “Woof , woof,” barks Jessie, and I say, “Hi, boy, I can’t give you any food right now. It’s 4:00 a.m. Go back to sleep.”
Jessie refuses and continues barking. “Fine. I’m up. I hope your happy.”
“Woof,” he barks again, so I get up to feed the dog and pour myself a bowl of Coco Corn Flakes. I eat while I watch television.
A few hours later, my mother is awake, too. “Jeremy, take the garbage out,” she commands.
“Okay,” I reply, and I grab the garbage, let Jessie out, and hurry to the backyard to dump the trash. Chuck click is the sound the gate makes when it’s not fully closed, but of course, I don’t realize that at the time.
When Jessie doesn’t follow me into the house, my mom says, “Jeremy, let the dog in.”
“Sure,” I say absentmindedly. I go to the screen door to let in Jessie, but he is not there. I am beginning to feel both confused and worried. I search the entire backyard, but Jessie is nowhere to be found. Now I am incredibly distressed. Where could Jessie be?
“He’s not in the backyard,” I yell to my mom.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“He’s not back there!” I exclaim.
I scurry quickly to the front yard, and I see it–my dog standing in the middle of the road. I run over and pick up Jessie, elevating him into my arms like a hawk taking a mouse. Then I notice something that looks like two stars that fell from the heavens. It is the headlights of an oncoming car. I dive out of the way and dart into the house. That was a close call.
I’m pretty sure I scold that dog for about thirty minutes. Then I bury my face in his night black fur. Then I fall asleep, knowing that I have saved my dog.
Now I can sleep soundly, knowing that the presence of my puppy is with me. In the future, I will be more protective of my dog. I will take more care when I let him out, and I will be aware of the chuck click sound made when the gate is not closed. I realize now that precious things need great care.
A Game Changer
Bang! Smack! The ball shoots back at me like a lightning bolt. It strikes my knee, and I fall to the ground with a thud. I gather all my strength, and I launch the ball to first. It soars through the air and plops in the first baseman’s old, dark brown glove.
It is the third inning. It seems like it is one hundred degrees out, and I am in so much pain it feels like my leg is about to fall off because of how hard the batter’s ball hit my leg. Now I am forced to sit on the bench watching the game. It is hit after hit, run after run. It is not going well. I tell my dad I want to pitch again, but he just ignores me.
Three outs later, and it is our turn to bat. It is almost my turn to hit, and my dad asks me if I want to hit. My leg is still throbbing and aching. Still, I know my dad expects me to give things my all and to never give up. I don’t want to disappoint him or my teammates. So, I in an unsure voice, I say I will bat.
I slip on my helmet, grab my bat, and step into the batter’s box. I am so scared. I am a shaking Chihuahua, waiting to hit. The pitcher throws the first pitch. The ball is moving faster than a cheetah running. I set my hands and swing. I watch the ball fly over the infield. It drops right over the center-fielder’s head. She juggles the ball and throws it to second, but right before the second basemen drops the tag, I am already safe on second. After my hit, there are three more batters up and then three batters out. Before I know, it we were back in the field.
Since they are the home team and they are up by so much, we are not able to come back, so we lose that game. However, the next game after that I end up pitching again and we win 4 to 0. That day I learned an incredibly important lesson. I learned that no matter how much you want to quit, you have to persevere. If you try your hardest, you will succeed, even if you don’t win. Giving something your all no matter what anybody else does is all that matters. That makes you a success.
Baboom! A million mile per hour fastball smacks my head, flying my helmet off into the air. I scream in agony, lying on the ground, with the crowd peeking and craning their heads to see if I am okay. I am, yes, I am, but my ear is as bright red as a cherry.
That is what I am thinking as I am standing in the box, trembling like I am in Antarctica. I am remembering all of my dreadful incidents of being pegged. There is the elbow one—a fastball beaming my elbow, dead-on, right where I disappointedly broke it. Then there is the rib one—someone pegging my ribs two years ago, making me scream at the top of my lungs—and there are the dozens of back ones—the ball slamming into me, making a booming noise as loud as a gun.
It is around 9:15 in the morning, the bottom of the first, no outs, guys on second and third, and I am up to bat. We are winning, 1-0. The first pitch comes. Whack, a base hit goes into the 5-6 hole, the space between the shortstop and third base, scoring two runs. My face breaks into a smile bigger than the world.
I take the very scrawny-like mound, feeling confident. Bam! I whack the catcher’s mitt, as the ump is screaming, “Striiiiike one!” Boom! “Striiiike two!” Whoop, my wicked slider plunges in for… STRIKE THREE!
“GRAB SOME PINE, MEAT!” I think to myself overconfidently. My catcher throws the ball around the horn, but I finally get the ball after an eternity. After that, I throw three strong innings. The ball is being generous.
We win that game, 6-5. We win by playing good ball and staying focused. I am proud of myself for overcoming my fear of being pegged, facing it, and doing very well. Now I am not afraid of being pegged anymore because I faced my fear. Being hit with the ball doesn’t hurt if you get hit in the right spot, but it still hurts if you get hit in the wrong spot. Now I forget about that game when I was hurt badly, and I focus on the next game, not thinking about being pegged, just about getting a hit. I still get pegged every once in a while, but to me, it doesn’t hurt. It is just part of the game.
I woke up in my cozy bed, gave a loud lion’s yawn, and hobbled downstairs for breakfast. What was I forgetting? When I got down to the kitchen, there was my favorite breakfast, a warm, steamy breakfast burrito. Nobody was around so I sat down and grubbed on it. Once I was done, I started for my room when my family jumped out and said, “Happy Birthday!” I was stunned, a deer in the headlights. I had forgotten it was my birthday! I could not wait! My friends and I were going camping at the KOA campground for the entire weekend!
I ran upstairs like Usain Bolt to take a quick shower. Once I was dressed, I ran downstairs and was relieved to see that we were already packed and ready to go. An eternity must have passed before we got to the campsite. We quickly unpacked, and before my friends got there, I went to search around the crowded campsite to see if I could find any cool hangout spots. My brain was jumping with ideas. Once my friends started to arrive, I had to figure out what to do first. A couple of my friends and I took a vote and decided to have a water balloon fight.
We made hundreds of water balloons of all different sizes while we waited under the trees for everyone to arrive. My mom and my grandma tried to relax before they had to take on the stress of a crazy weekend with sixteen kids. When everyone finally arrived, we had a full-on war with water balloons and water guns. Everyone was soaked! There were a few instances where kids were hit too hard and started to cry like babies.
After that, it was so blazing hot that we went for a swim in the crystal pool. The pool was packed with probably seventy other people. When we got out, it was nearly sunset. We were going to do nighttime activities. Our first activity was eating delicious chocolate-covered bugs. Brighton turned around and spit his out, but said that he had eaten his. Our next activity was to tell scary stories, but nobody really knew any so that only lasted a few minutes. Next, we roasted weenies and ate a late dinner. After that, we went into our tent and got the sleeping bags ready. Some of us sneaked in electronic devices, such as iPods and Droids, so we played games for a while until someone said, “I am starving.” I crept out to the cooler around 3 AM to get a bag of chips and brought it back to the tent for my friends and me. We eventually fell asleep around 7:30 AM.
The next morning, my mom and grandma were exhausted from being up all night saying, “Go to sleep boys!” We had breakfast and went down to the always welcoming pool, hoping there would be fewer people than the day before. We swam until more people started arriving, and then we got out and went back to our campsite.
We had just enough time to pack our things and help clean up before parents came to pick up their kids. I decided that next year I would invite fewer friends, but that camping was a good idea for a party.
The Broken Knee Cap
Earlier today, my brother and I went across the street to practice softball. It began to grow dark and darker and darker, and my brother was batting. I couldn’t see the baseball he was using until…Smack! It whacked me right in the knee cap.
I was screaming. I was screaming bloody murder as my knee started to throb. My brother dropped the wooden bat and ran up to me, like the sweet brother he is. He picked me up and brought me home. When he laid me on the couch, my mom came in, with a terrified look on her face, asking me what had happened. Five minutes later, my mom told me to sit up and walk, but I couldn’t. My knee was a puffed up marshmallow in a hot fire. The pain was intense.
Soon we went to the hospital. We had to wait for a while, even though the hospital emergency room was not packed. When the sweet lady at the desk said to follow her, my brother pushed me in a wheelchair. I started to feel badly for the people in wheelchairs permanently because it was very uncomfortable. Given my injury, however, it was sort of relaxing just to sit down. When my brother pushed me into the room, led by the nice lady, he set me down under a colossal x-ray machine. What was that? I wondered. All I could focus on was that giant machine.
When the x-ray was done, the lady told us that my knee cap was fractured, and after, she showed me the funky cast I had to wear. It made my leg feel like a stick because the cast made my leg completely erect. The lady said I had to wear the hideous cast for four to six weeks, and then she said I had to get crutches, too.
The next week I thought I should have some fun since I was no longer in pain and since I had found out I needed my cast for six weeks. I took out my art kit and started bedazzling and coloring my cast. After I finished, my cast was all shiny like jewelry. Having a gem of a cast made me feel better because only I would bedazzle a cast.
Six weeks later, I was finally ready to have my cast taken off my leg. When I did, my leg was so flexible; it was as flexible as a noodle. I was so happy to get my cast off, I felt like the happiest kid in the world. Except, my leg was very pale, and my knee was kind of dilated, but I didn’t care. I probably will never forget about this, but I know next time to be more careful and to stay focused in softball. I also learned that when something bad happens, you can find the good in it. After all, what is cooler than a sparkly cast?
Never Give Up
“Skylar, are you sure you don’t need any help?” my mom asked for the fifteenth time.
“Yes! Mom, I have it,” I replied, also for the fifteenth time. I was determined to mount the horse myself.
I had my left foot in the saddle and both arms over Fräulein’s back, ready to lift myself up. Whoosh, my horse’s ears went up like a flash of lightning. All of a sudden, my horse Fräulein started to gallop. Boom! Boom! Boom! Her hooves hitting the ground sounded like thunder in a storm. Oh, my God! is all I could think of while I was trying to get my foot out of the saddle. Fräulein had taken off running, and I was stuck, one foot in the stirrup and the rest of me struggling to either run with Fräulein or climb on her back. I felt like I was an acrobat on a moving beam, while hopping on one foot. Boom! Boom! Boom! The noise of Fräulein’s gallop pounded the ground.
I was terrified. I wondered if I would survive this experience. If I fell off and Fräulein turned, she could step on me, crushing me. A creature as large as a horse can do considerable damage to a human body.
Finally, I got my foot out of the saddle and flew backwards. I was a cannon ball shooting through the air. Crash! I hit the ground and was cracking-up laughing. My mom; my aunt; and my sisters, Jocelyn and Sophia, all thought the incident was pretty funny. I picked myself up off the ground, and I remembered what my dad had said: “If you fall off or get bucked off, you have to get back on; don’t quit.” I didn’t, and I was intending to get back on, but my mom was yelling at Fräulein, so I had to wait. While I waited, I went to see some of the other horses—Mr. Mist, Magic, Mickey, and Star.
After that, I went to see some of the cats. I had named them all earlier in the year. I saw Mr. Meow, Moonlight, Princess, and Kitty Kitty. Seeing all of the animals soothed me. The next day I returned to the ranch, even though I was scared. I knew it was important to start riding again right away since riding is my life. To this day, I am still horseback riding. I have learned not to give up, even if I really want to do so. I have also learned to get back up and on if I fall, which by the way, happens often, no matter what.
It was 2010 when I switched from baseball to lacrosse. Usually, I have no control over anything, but on the lacrosse field I found myself as the captain of the offense. I would score and assist others to score while getting knocked down or knocking people down. After getting knocked down, I began to realize that I was tough. I kept getting up instead of staying on the ground.
After each game, I gained confidence in myself. I knew that I could do better and better. And, I did! I scored in every game, and my average was four points scored each game. I don’t know how many games I had or how many points I had, but I know I had a lot. My helmet was covered with stickers. While my helmet illustrated the story of my successes, my stick wrote the story I authored. I played well. All of this led me to Canada.
What a blast I had going to Canada! First, I had to get a passport. Then I traveled with my teammates on a long flight north. I had never been out of the United States before. In Canada, the days were longer, and the money was different. There were two places where I spent my time in Canada, our hotel and the lacrosse arena. Both places were special and different. The arena was enormous with four rinks. With all the sweat, it smelled like wet dogs. Our hotel was clean, with a pool, restaurants, a casino, and all my teammates.
To sum up my thoughts, I was living a dream! A team trip to Canada to play lacrosse was fabulous. Plus, I got to hang out at the hotel pool, eat anything I wanted, and roam the halls with teammates. Most of all, lacrosse is fun because I can run around, and I can score. It is the one place in my life where I can be totally myself.
My Amazing Basketball Game
The crowd is cheering. There are only five seconds left in the half. It is like my head is coming out of its socket. The other team is bringing the orange and black sphere up the court, and they pass it just as I am in the passing lane. I pick off the ball. I dribble down the court and score my eighth point. At the end of the half, my coach tells me to play small forward. The position is like being the second center, the center being the main guy in the center of the offense. I am excited. I know that the small forward shoots more.
When we are bringing the ball up the court, my teammate passes it to me. Just then I am fouled. I fall to the ground. When I am walking back to the free throw line to make my foul shots, I hear little giggles. I am angry at the other team, and I think about how big of jerks they are. I stand at the line, and shoot. The ball is a shooting star heading for the basket. I make both of my free throws. I feel like I put Saturn into its ring. Then my team hustles back down the court.
As we are running, the other team calls a timeout, probably because we are winning by ten points. I walk quickly, like there is an explosion behind me. During the timeout, I look at their bench, and I know right away they are done. The other team seems really down. Their faces look tired, and their coach is furious at them, screaming like an angry rhinoceros, because I had scored so many points against them.
The game continues, and the other team begins to improve their game, but only slightly. When there are five minutes left, I begin to play power forward, the position right below center. I start to score more points, and then, I look at the scoreboard. We are leading, 22 to 16. So I think we need to score even more points so there is no chance for the other team to win. After we add another point, I steal the ball and score my fifteenth point in the game.
When there are two minutes left in the final quarter, my coach tells our team to slow down the tempo. He wants us to relax a little so we do not wear ourselves out too much and so that we don’t totally smash the other team.
Then there are only thirty seconds left in the game. We played zone defense, which means that we are no longer one on one defending the other team. Instead, we defend the key, which is the scoring zone. In zone defense, the other team can more easily make outside shots. Once we have the ball we just dribble around to run down the clock.
After the game, my dad tells me how well I did and how that has been my best game I ever played in my life. When we are driving out of Walnut Creek High School’s parking lot, I recognize that I must have played a good game because that was the first time I my dad has ever complimented me on my playing. Usually, I do not play as strongly so my dad doesn’t give me so many compliments. Hearing him tell me how well I had done made me feel like we were on another planet. It is such a good feeling. Since we are close to the store, my dad tells me he will buy me a treat to celebrate. I hope that in the future, I will always play so well to make myself and my dad proud.
The Big, Bad, Horrible News
I was getting a snack out of my tall, brown cupboard, when Faith announced that Madison was going to move. I wasn’t surprised because she moved all the time, but no; this time, she was going to move to– “New Jersey!”
I was terrified. I couldn’t believe the news. I was heartbroken. I was, well, inconsolable that my best friend was moving all the way across the country. I felt like a chocolate chip cookie being crumbled into little pieces. Pretty soon Faith left my house after delivering this news, and as soon as that white front door closed, I burst into tears; it seemed like I was never going to stop crying. Then I sat down on my comfy sofa and continued crying hysterically until I got a headache and the pain forced me to stop crying. Plus, I hate being sad.
I didn’t see Madison until our sleepover that weekend. My mom pulled up to Madison’s driveway. Madison was leaning against a pole and had a, “I have something to tell you,” face on. I asked her if the BIG, BAD, HORRIBLE news was true, and she said it was. We were both overwhelming sad, but we decided to have as much fun as we could before she moved and as much fun as we could at our sleepover.
At the sleepover, after we played kick the can, had fun with hide and go seek, and rode scooters, we went inside to have a snack. The crunch of the watermelon was so refreshing because it was really hot outside. Before we knew it, it was time to settle down and go to bed, but we didn’t do a good job in that department because we stayed up late playing games, goofing around, and giggling until Madison’s mom had to come in and demand, “GO TO BED!”
We awoke to the smell of bacon, sausage, muffins of all kinds, and pancakes. We rushed downstairs and found a heaven of our favorite foods awaiting us. We sat down in awe of how much food was before us. None of us knew were to start, but finally, we just started stuffing food in our mouths.
After we stuffed our stomachs with food until we had stomach aches, we dragged ourselves upstairs to prepare for the long, hot day ahead of us. Since it was so incredibly hot outside, we decided to stay inside and paint our nails. It was crazy, we did one hand of nails one color and the other side another color, and all of the colors were neon! Then after that, we curled our hair, and trust me, that was torture because the curling iron was fiery hot and it was equally hot outside. Pretty soon it grew hotter inside than outside, so we went outside. Because it was so hot that we couldn’t do anything fun, we decided to mess up the tree decoration’s face.
Apparently, Ophie, Madison’s mom, found this funny the first couple of times, but not so much the rest. We started by just making it misplaced completely. We called ourselves the, “Every day’s April Fool’s Day!” people. Ophie walked out to get the mail and had a strange feeling that something was wrong, and she was definitely right because she burst out laughing when she saw the frenzied tree face. Trust me, it looked way funnier than it sounds. The second time around, she went to go tell Madison’s brother, Joshua, to stop hanging on the basketball hoop and noticed our giggly faces. She went over to tree and shook her head, placing the face back as it was supposed to be. The next time didn’t go so well because Ophie came over to us and sternly let us know to stop, in a way that made it clear that the behavior was funny the first two times, but was no longer so. “Okay?” she asked. We nodded agreement.
Pretty soon, my mom came, and I went to retrieve my stuff from upstairs. I hugged Madison as hard as I could until she couldn’t breathe, and then I left. I tried to think of tongue twisters to cheer me up, but it didn’t help at all. The tongue twisters were things like this: pillows pin pipes, pickles, and pans and chairs chomp chimes, charcoal, and chipmunks. I am surmising you know why these didn’t cheer me. When I had said good-bye to Madison at our sleepover, it was like saying good-bye forever. Well, it’s always like that after a sleepover, but this was big. This might have been our last sleepover ever.
Days and days went by until October came, and it was the day of departure. I had just finished a soccer game and a few days before I had put together a care package full of junk food. I walked up to Madison, smelling like sweat. I handed Madison the exploding bag of junk food and gave her the tightest hug in the world and said our last good-byes forever. My eyes danced across everything on the way home because I was so nervous. I was thinking to myself that saying our last good-byes was like Madison dying. I pulled up to my house, ran as fast as the wind to my comfy couch and cried until there was no water left to cry.
I learned that it can be hard to have your best friend move away, but you can get over it after a while. In this case, I’m sure that I am totally recovered because Madison was my best friend. During this time, I learned a life lesson that you shouldn’t try to make a big deal out of things like this because it will take you longer to get over it. Although I can still see Madison on my computer, and I can still talk to her, it is still sad to think that my best friend moved so far away.
Past Years’ Personal Narratives from Students 1 – 10
by Jordan B.
I was on the Ferris wheel in Disneyland when I saw California Screamin’, the best ride in Disneyland. I said, “I want to go on California Screamin’!” My dad said, “Okay,” as we exited the Ferris wheel.
After the Ferris wheel, we went to eat at Coco’s Diner. Yum! After dinner, we went back to our hotel, which was awesome. It had bunk beds and two queen-sized beds, too. There was also a pool.
The next day, we went back to Disneyland, and we went on the A Bug’s Life ride. My dad and I were seated in a Chinese to-go box. It went round and round. It was so fun.
Then it was time. I was waiting in line. It was so long, and I had to wait in line while going up the stairs. Before we made it to the front of the line, the ride closed, but we received free first in line tickets.
An hour later, my dad and I went back to Disneyland. We walked all the way to the California Screamin’ ride. We got in line, I climbed into the roller coaster car, and took off into joy.
The Ride of DOOM!
It all started out at the Biltmore, the hotel Alyssa, Ashleigh, my brother Justin, my mom, my dad, and I stayed in. That night we walked in the gates of Great America. The question my brother always asks me is “Are you going on the Demon?” I always say yes, but I never do; however, tonight was life changing.
My brother, Ashleigh, and Alyssa begged me to ride the Demon. There was no avoiding it. As we were in line for the Demon, my stomach was about to explode like a piñata kids hitting it. Just as I was about to get out of line and go back down, the ride came back for my turn. I stepped in the cart with Ashleigh. “You ready, Madi?” Ashleigh said to me in excitement.
I gulped like a fish breathing. “Welcome to the Demon. Please enjoy your ride!” I heard from the loud speaker. I slid down the first tunnel. I went up the huge hill the size of a skyscraper. WOOOSSHH! There I went, my stomach dropping to my feet like a chubby man’s fat. One loop to the next, cork screw to cork screw, and then the ride was over, but I was bummed it had ended. When I got off the ride, I was so delighted I had finally ridden the Demon! “We told you so,” Ashleigh said with a little sarcasm.
That night I went on all the rides I had never been on before. I rode the Demon, Vortex, and Flight Deck. Flight Deck was my favorite because it was the biggest ride at Great America. I also loved it because it had the biggest drop. I love the big drops because the dropping sensation makes my stomach tickle.
Now when we walk in the gates of Great America, my brother will ask me “Are you going on the Demon?” I answer “Yes!” with no fear and no stomach near to puking. This had been no ordinary Great America trip. This had been life changing because I overcame one of my biggest fears.
Time for Change
It was the same town I had lived in for eight years of my life, but something was different. The air had a bitter taste, and the sky appeared thick with darkness. It was only a little before sunrise, but no birds were chirping. Then I remembered it was February. I looked out the window, and though there was no snow, everything appeared glazed with frost. Resentful of the fact that I would have to scrape frost off the backpack hooks at school, I made my way downstairs.
I picked up my backpack and grabbed my science book. Why did my backpack seem so much heavier? I tried to avoid my mom as I attempted to grab a couple of extra fruit snacks, but on my way out of the door, my mother called out my name, “DONOVAN!” I did my best to ignore her; however, her voice seemed especially shrill this morning, and I knew that she only wanted to remind not to forget every book I did not need to remember.
At school the halls were dark, like the sky. Our cheap district refused to use electricity. So the halls were lit by skylights and missing walls. It wasn’t raining, but water dripped from the ceiling. A trash can was supposed to be catching the drips, but some funny guy had kicked it over. For what? Was it really that funny to watch empty soda cans fly down the hallway? Apparently it was: another trash can lay dead in the adjoining hall.
As usual, my teacher was not there. She was never at school before the five-minute bell. So why did I come early? I didn’t enjoy waking up early, and that is the truth. My mom had to call upon the powers of every Greek god to get me out of bed. I was a pretty deep sleeper; not even a sonic boom could stir me.
I traveled down the hall to the lunchroom and sat down at a table by myself. I watched a group of kids sitting at a table in the back. One of them was trying to climb the wall, and the others were cheering him on. A couple of kids sat down at the end of my table and started being all friendly and having a great time. The whole sight disgusted me, and I left the room. I almost forgot my science book. What would it matter? My teacher still was not in her room.
It went on like this day after day. I thought it was time for change, so I looked at other schools and found Old Adobe. I read the review and then convinced my mother to get me a school transfer. It was a great choice because Old Adobe is a way different school. It is a friendly and supportive place. Now I do not get sent to the principal’s office every day. I am a responsible student and a role model to the younger students. I am glad I made the transfer to Old Adobe because I have friends now, I’m with better kids, and I’m a better kid, too.
A Great Lesson I Learned
“That one!” My brothers and I pick out the smallest lizard in the cage. He is like the runt in a family of pigs. He is also the cutest and tamest. Creak goes the top of the cage as I open it up and pick the lizard up. His smooth, white stomach rubs against my hand. He is perfect, just perfect I think in my head.
When we got home from the pet store, we still did not have a name for my beautiful, tan-colored lizard with spikes. “That’s it,” my mom said. “Spike is a great name. How did you come up with that, Ian?”
“It was easy. His whole body is covered in spikes,” I replied. “What else could we call him?” After that, it was official. Our new lizard’s name was Spike.
The first week we had Spike, he barely ever saw his clean cage. My brothers and I treated spike like an angel. We were always playing with him. Spike was with us when we were reading, when we were watching movies in my family room on my comfortable black couch, and even when I was playing in my room. The only time he saw his cage was at night.
After a couple months, Spike started to become more of a chore. He was still fun to play with, but we had to feed him those brown, disgusting crickets. The crickets were ugly beasts. I also had to clean Spike’s icky cage. Luckily my mom helped me learn that having a pet is fun, but it is also a responsibility. She taught me how to make cleaning more exciting. One of the tips was pretending that every piece of Spike’s gross brown and white poop I pick up is a billion dollars. I felt my mom was God giving me the best tip ever.
The tip worked so well I almost never complained again when I had to clean Spike’s cage. Having my lizard taught me a lot about being respectful to things and about being responsible. I also learned you have to do a lot of things you do not want to do in life. Lastly, I learned it is fun to have pet, and it is a lot of work, too.
It was a summer day; I was hanging out with my friend. I was so excited to go. I had been waiting for weeks. I forgot my bike, so I had to use his spare, which I didn’t know how to use. It was a stunt bike.
Bam! My face met the curb! I didn’t feel the pain at first, but to finish me off, the bike landed on top of me. I groaned and moaned, my vision was blurred, and there was blood on the curb. I quickly stood up. I could feel my whole body throbbing. My friend was only a few yards away, staring at me, eyes wide; mouth open.
I quickly ran into the house, ignoring my friend’s hypnotized look. Conveniently, his mom’s friend was a doctor, and he was visiting. The mom grabbed my shoulders and walked me to the couch. She sat me down and gave me a humongous bag of M and M’s. Yum! Then the pain started. She tried to turn on the T.V. to distract me, but it didn’t work.
From the other room, I heard my friend’s mom on the phone with my mom, apparently. My mom was coming to pick me up. I just relaxed and ate M and M’s while watching “SpongeBob.” My face did hurt like crazy, so at times, I cried. Nevertheless, it was a great day over all, I reflected, trying to stay on the positive side.
The doorbell woke me up. I looked around. The T.V. was off, and my beloved M and M’s were gone. My mom walked in and picked me up. I quickly fell asleep in the comfortable embrace of my mom’s arms.
Although I was fine in the end, I refused to ride my bike for an entire year. With the passage of time, the memory of the pain faded, and I forgot about my fear. I had to learn how to ride my bike all over again. I still like to do bike tricks, but now I don’t try to ride up a curb.
I shook with anticipation. I was going to witness one of my favorite artists, Joan Jett, play in concert. I had only heard her music on iTunes and my iPod before this. I wondered what it would be like……loud……..boring……or in my case, the best thing ever.
“Whoa!! Whoa!!” the crowd screamed before the awesome Joan Jett arrived on stage. I started to join with them with awkward, excited yelps as she stared playing. The songs and sounds quivered in my ears. This was epic! The crowds grew as loud as berserk monkeys the more she played. I was turning into one of them, one of the adoring fans. It had all started that very morning when I found out I was going to the fair.
I was as excited as a firecracker about to burst when I found out I was going to the fair. I got to stay up late, go on cool rides, and see the Joan Jett concert. When we got to the fairgrounds, the colors gushed as the lights from the rides shimmered like the galaxy where the stars glow bright. I was worried about the time as I knew it was way past my bedtime, but my father said, “Don’t worry about the time. This is a special evening.” Then I saw it! The stage glowed with emerald, hot pink, and fire red lights.
The crowds roared with excitement when she arrived: the awesome, rocking, and spectacular Joan Jett. I even gave a few quick screeches myself. She was a black cat in a leather suit. Her guitar looked as though she was born with it strapped on. When she played, everyone was hypnotized when she danced around the stage, a magician playing super awesome songs.
That was my first concert ever! It was also the best I would ever witness because it was the most life-changing and boisterous. Now I know iTunes can’t beat a live show. I learned live music rocks way more than recorded music, and that live music helped me find out how much I really adore Joan Jett.
Oh, My Dog
by Alex D.
“We should, but I want to go to Disneyland!” my sister explained.
“Okay, let’s ask Mom and see what she–”
“Jennifer Audrey, we are getting the dog!” my mom shouted.
“But, Mo-om,” Jenny whined.
“No buts,” my mom scolded.
“He’s so cute!” I said. My dog was black as leather, white as snow, and soft as silk. My sister suggested that we name him Scraps after the dog in the Corpse Bride movie. We both agreed, but later, my mom wanted to name him Simba from the Lion King movie. Luckily, we kept the name Scraps.
My dog loves people. He knows how to give one paw or two, how to sit, how to roll over, and how to jump. He is adorable. He is also generous to small children. Scraps loves television. He watches everything from soccer to the news.
Scraps may even understand a little bit of English. If you say “cookie,” he will go to the garage door and wait for his cookie. If you say “leash” or “to the street,” he will follow you until you take him out for a walk. Additionally, if there is a dog on television and we say, “Look at the doggy,” he will sprint to the television and bark at the dog.
The first time my dad and I saw my dog was at a lady’s house. He was with all of his brothers and sisters. I didn’t know which one was my dog, but I would love any one I got. I love my dog with all my heart and will never lose him from his safe place—my heart.
I walk out of my door, ready to leave my house, but not ready to forget it. I bring my last box to the large moving van and then walk to the car. My whole family has bags, each with things to occupy us for the next few days.
We drive and drive, and that’s when I realize that I am missing something. I look in my bag, and I see that my GameBoy is gone! I search my seat and look all over, but I can’t find it. I ask if anyone has seen it, and nobody in my family knows whether they have or not.
At the next rest stop we arrive at, I get out of my seat and look in the storage. I search there and under my seat. I only find a paper clip, one of my DS games, and some dirt. I can use the game, but the other things are useless.
I am missing the game for a while, and that is able to occupy me for the day. I can’t wait until I can get out of my family’s car. I look for my dad’s truck. A moment later, I see him just ahead, but there is a problem. The trailer hooked to his truck is wobbling about. I tell my mom right away, so she calls my dad to tell him.
After she finishes talking to him, my dad starts to pull over to the side of the road. Luckily, there is a large space where he went. My mom pulls the family car over, too, and she and my dad work to fix the problem. Then we are back on the road again. I am glad that I have helped to solve the problem, but I am still sad that my GameBoy was missing.
A Memorable Time
My dog and my grandpa struggled to save their lives. Two things happened last year when it was a school year. It was really important to me when they happened. When those horrible things occurred, it was a memorable time for me.
It was a beautiful evening, but my dad came home, and he was unhappy. He told my brother and me what happened. My only grandpa had passed away. I went to the funeral the next day instead of to school. My grandpa wanted to be cremated. That next day my family and I put him in the ocean. We also threw roses in the ocean. When we were coming back to shore, we saw a group of dolphins.
Then something happened to my dog. It was on a Wednesday when I went to my dad’s house. My mom called me and said my dog was going downhill. He was struggling badly because he was an old, old, old dog. The vet put him down. I felt sad. My dog’s name was Moby, and he was a black lab. It was a memorable time and important to me when it occurred.
It made me cry when those two things occurred because when they happened, it made me cry very badly. When those two sad days occurred, my family, my younger brother, and I all cried.
Also, I realize that I am happy in life because it makes me feel special to have known my only grandpa and my dog, Moby. I feel special and happy sometimes, but I do not always feel special and happy without my grandpa and my dog. When those things occurred, it made me cry because I was in deep pain and heart-broken.
The First Game
Ding went the bell. “Recess is over. Come line up!” said Ms. McClure. I walked to my line and waited. As Ms. McClure opened the door, everybody dashed in and sat at their desks. “Okay, class, we only have twenty minutes to do our spelling tests so let’s get started,” said Ms. McClure. I took out my piece of paper and numbered one to ten. As I spelled the word “league,” I remembered that today was the day of my first soccer game ever!
My heart was beating as fast as a monkey going bananas in one second. I finished spelling my last word, still nervous. Were we going to win our game? Or would we lose? I didn’t know, but I was still nervous.
“All right, let’s pack up and go home, class. I will see you tomorrow,” said Ms. McClure.
“Bye, Dianna!” said my friend, Claire, in a sweet tone.
“Bye,” I said in a low voice. Then I walked over to the pick-up line, and there was my mom.
“Hey, Girl,” said my mom.
“Hey, Mom,” I answer. We walked over to our car.
“Ready for your first game?” my mom asked.
“Oh, yeah!” I answered.
While we drove, I took a nap. I dreamed of being at my soccer game, making a handful of goals, and everybody cheering for me. At the end of the game, we won all because of me. Then my mom woke me up, and we were home. “Go upstairs and get ready for your game. I will be there in a minute,” said my mom.
“Okay, Mom,” I replied. I put my uniform on my body and my shin guards on my legs. I poured water into my water bottle with some ice.
“Okay, it’s time to go now,” said my mom. “Are you ready for your game?”
“I guess,” I said as I hurried to join her.
In the car, I ate a snack to give me energy for my game. When we arrived to the field, I saw my team in blue and on the other side, I saw the other team in red. “Hi, Guys!” I said to my teammates.
“Dianna, you made it!” exclaimed my coach. “Okay, we are just doing a passing and shooting drill.”
I got in line to pass. I passed to my teammate, and she scored. Then the referee blew the whistle. The game was about to start.
I got in my position, and the referee blew the whistle to start the game. I went after the ball. I was as fast as a race car. I got the ball, and I tried to pass it to my teammate, but I didn’t have a good view of her so I couldn’t pass. I keep dribbling towards the goal. I passed the defense and score a goal. Everybody cheered for me, especially my parents.
The whistle blew again, but this time the other team got the ball and made a goal. Then we scored a goal, but next, the other team scored again. Then there was only one more minute of the game left. NO! The other team scored the winning goal. On the inside, I was as crushed as a dead fly. That night, though, I realized that soccer isn’t just about winning. It is also about having fun.
Last Year’s Personal Narratives from Students 1 – 10
Terrifying and Horrible Experience
Dedicated to the Wenz family and my best friend, Kennedy
Errr! Errr! Errr!” the fire alarm screamed throughout the whole hotel like a person yelling and wailing in my ears! My friend Kennedy and I stormed out of 147 (our hotel room number)!
I saw men in their boxers and women in their gowns walking quickly down the jammed staircase. Some people were very nice and guided us down the dark hallway, to the filthy cement staircase, and out underneath the pitch-dark night sky outside the enormous Marriott Hotel.
Kennedy and I were so scared that we acted like we were trapped in a pitch-black room, and we had just seen a ghost for the first time, and there was no way to get out! We were hugging in the parking lot and telling each other, “Everything is going to be just fine…” hopefully!
Finally, out of the corner of our eyes, we saw a familiar face. Yes, it was Kristina, Kennedy’s mom, searching for us. We took off, sprinting towards her and we grabbed onto her with all our might, refusing to let go! It turns out that the emergency was a fake. There was no fire, just some ridiculous and stupid boys who wanted to disturb and wake up people by pulling the fire alarm. Even so, we sat patiently in the hotel lobby like statues, waiting for approval to go back up to our hotel room. We were little confused puppies that were just taken away from their mother for the first time, anxious for reassurance.
I will never forget that one scary night where we were terrified and worried. It was an experience that I hope I will never have to go through again. I did learn the power of trust in a friendship. I know that in a scary situation my friend, Kennedy, will always be there for me, and I will always be there for her!
“Meghan, I have some pretty exciting news for you!” my mom yelled out. I came bolting down the stairs to my mom, and when I heard the news, my jaws dropped open, “I’m getting braces tomorrow?”
Ever since I heard the non-exciting news, I had been an icicle, frozen with fear. The day I had to get braces, I was gloomy and very, very scared. When I got to the orthodontist, I sat in a chair and waited for them to call my name.
“Meghan!” the receptionist announced.
I slowly approached the blue, nightmare-filled dental chair, and I stared at the ceiling praying and hoping it wouldn’t be super, super bad. When the orthodontist came, she gave me a paper saying all of the things I couldn’t eat. I read through the paper until I got to this one part… It said I couldn’t eat my two favorite things, chewy candy and popcorn! When the orthodontist said she was going to start putting the braces on, I breathed in and out trying to calm down. As she started putting a whole bunch of metal things into my mouth I was a robot being experimented on by a crazy scientist.
Soon enough, I felt like I had in the chair for one billion years before they were done. Finally, the orthodontist finished, and she handed me a mirror. I glanced at myself, and I looked like a robot full of braces. The braces didn’t look so bad on me. After I got them, my mouth felt so weird!
Getting braces is not the worst moment I have experienced. Even though I was nervous, I was kind of excited I got them. The orthodontist never told me my mouth was going to be full of pain, so a week after I got them, my mouth was as painful as a headache. I’m kind of glad I got them, but I will be even more excited to get them off!
Coast Guard Day
Splish splash went the water as my friends’ and my canoe went through a lake. My best friend, Ian, and I were canoeing in a big lake at the Coast Guard base in Two Rock trying to get to the island in the middle of the lake. We were there for the Coast Guard Day carnival.
We ended up crashing into the island. We were also racing my sister and her friend, who were in another canoe, to the island. Unfortunately, Ian and I did not know how to go forward with canoe. After a while, we got to the island and had to go back. We got there moving as slowly as a turtle and after that, our bottoms were as wet as the Pacific Ocean. We ran as fast as a jet engine and kissed the ground.
After that hard experience, we went to play at the carnival. Our favorite game was a game where you had to throw a ring around a soda can and if you succeeded, you got to have the soda can. When I won that soda can, I was as happy as a two-year-old on his birthday. After my amazing victory, we made an enormous mistake!
We went canoeing again! We got in the canoe, and my sister warned us that we were making a big mistake. However, we didn’t care. We knew we had it all figured out. Well, we didn’t. We started to get going, but could not move. We tried and tried, and finally we did it. However, it was time to leave!
We had a fantastic time at the fair. My best friend was there, and I won a soda bottle at one of the games. The one thing I regret, though, was going on the canoe one more time because we got wet and confused. Despite that, all in all, it was a great day.
My Extreme Water Adventure
Splash, SPLASH, SPLOSH! That’s the noise that a water slide makes when you go on it. It was the hottest day of the year. It was as hot as being in the Death Valley desert. My family and I went to the closest water slide in Yuba City. When we got to Water Works, we all ran as fast as cheetahs trying to catch their food. We went to a different water slide last time when it was a little bit hot, so we were all excited about experiencing a new water slide park.
At first when I got on the water slide, it was frightening and fun at the same time, and also, sometimes it was dreadful because of the line for the water slide. My cousin and I went on the biggest water slide in the park. It felt like you were falling from the sky into a volcano, but it was fun! My cousin and I went on it again, and the second time it wasn’t scary. It was still burning when you stepped from the water onto the concrete, though. It felt like you were moving from cool sky to hot lava. Next we had to go into the kiddy slides because of my five-year-old cousin. However, after that, we went back onto the big slides with all of my big teenage cousins. Everybody was so hot even though we were in a water slide. I was a fireplace, burning from the heat. When we were riding, there was one more slide that my cousin and I hadn’t gone on. It was the slide of doom!!! At first it was swirly, then it was straight, then you would go upside down, and then in circles. It was the scariest water slide I had ever been on. We did not go back on that water slide because it was really hot. The water was heating up, and it felt like you were in a hot tub times ten.
We had a great time at Water Works, but we all got scared because of the water slide of doom!!! My little five-year-old cousin went on one of the medium to big water slides (kind of for a kid her age), and she loved one called Swirly Whirly. I was still really hot after going on all the slides since the water kept getting warmer as the day grew hotter. I was a fire waiting to be put out. I had to drink lots of water. When I drank it, it was like being in the South Pole.
It was relaxing when the temperature was a little cool and then the hot came back again and then the cool came back again and then the hot. The weather kept on changing, but after that, we just went back to the water slide and it was warm again. Some of the water slides were closed and some of them were open. We went back on the slides after taking breaks. We went on each slide about ten times because those were the only ones open. It was kind of boring because we had to go on the same slides again, and nobody from my family wanted to go on the little kid ones because all they did was go straight and have about one swirl. So we just stuck to the big kid ones after that. At the end of the day, we packed up, and we all had crinkly fingers like old people. That’s what happens when you’re in the water too long. In my memories, I will always remember that extreme trip we took just to go a water slide park.
Putt, putt, putt. The monster of an engine in my quad purred with delight as I hit the gas and took off like a bullet. As sweat drifted down my face, I prepared myself for the sharp turn that looked like the end of the road, leading me to death at the bottom of the mountain.
As I reached the corner, I turned, clinging to the bike as best as I could. It wasn’t enough. I was flung off of the bike and into the nearby thorn bushes that bordered the edge of the cliff. It was as if a million nails were being driven into me. I sat there for a minute before I realized what had just happened. Then I got back up, surprised that my bike didn’t fall off of the edge of the cliff.
I hopped back on and took off again. It was all smooth until I met some bumps in the ground. Uh, oh. That’s not good. Another sharp turn. I knew that I wasn’t going to make it. I approached it at a high speed. I tried to slow down, but I was already too close.
I was once again flung from my bike. I landed face first. At first I couldn’t see or feel anything. My arms were lead. I couldn’t move them. A second later I felt a warm, comforting sensation wash over me. Then it was gone. It came back a second time. Then it was gone again. I jumped up before it happened again.
I waited for my bike to stop rolling, then hopped back on it, and rode back to where the trucks were located. That day changed my life. I escaped with only a small cut on my elbow and a thin tire track on my back. This experience makes me want to go riding even more.
At first the pranks were simple, like someone would dress up in a gorilla costume and wake us up at midnight. Then they got more complex, like dressing up in a gorilla costume and taking our counselor. Before long, they did the “Camp Prank.” The year before the person who ran the camp (Mr. Schafer) dressed up in a chicken costume and woke everyone up. This year I did not want to be “Camp Pranked” again. However, let’s start earlier that night at about 10:30 p.m. before everything happened.
It was the nightly routine; everyone in the cabin would talk until we got in trouble and would have to do a bunch of push-ups. When finally we all fell asleep, it was like a quiet forest in the night. Then suddenly the forest turned into a minefield. And the bombs went off!
“All right, everyone, wake up!” It was one of the counselors; I got up and looked at the clock: 11:09. “Okay, it’s time for midnight workout! Down for push-ups!”
“YES, SIR!” we all yelled.
However, after we got to ten push-ups, the counselor said, “Okay, just kidding. There is no midnight workout. Go back to bed.” Then he left.
Everyone sighed with relief, but I felt something in my stomach that was saying, DON’T GO BACK TO BED!!!! Nevertheless, I ignored it and got in my bunk.
I was surprised when I was awakened by Mr. Schafer. “Okay, everyone out of bed!”
We all whimpered.
“I heard you guys got pranked earlier, but this is the REAL midnight workout.”
I looked at the clock: 12:34.
“Okay, everyone down for push-ups.”
We all went down.
“One…Two…Three…GO!!!” At the moment he said go, all of the counselors ran in with hairspray, silly string, and water guns filled with orange juice! For a few seconds, I was in a giant hurricane of O.J. and gooey string and the smell of hairspray.
The rest of the night was spent guarding our space. We sat, and sat, and sat until I finally looked at the clock: 2:11 a.m. “I don’t think there is going to be a prank again,” I said. The moral of the story is that after two pranks, there will be no third.
RRRR!! Crash! Crunch! “Ouch!” There I was just lying there half conscious and half unconscious yelling for help. “Help me…. please!’’I had fallen off my dirt bike at 15 mph at the side of a dirt bike trail. I was like a sitting duck that was about to get shot by a hunter.
There was a little boy walking around, and he saw me and told his dad. I told the dad where my campsite was, and he took me there. All I felt was the pain of a sting. I felt like I had been thrown into a bee hive and had gotten stung a thousand times. The only thing I could hear was the slight ring of a church bell. I felt like I was coated with hot steaming blood.
After two days, I had recovered from the dreadful crash. I was walking in my pajamas (night clothes). I sat down by the fire that I had started in the fire pit. I could still feel the pain on my body. My dad came out of the R.V. and said, “Are you feeling better?’’
I said, ‘”I feel much better.’’
I had shown my dad the gruesome scratches and scabs. My dad said, “That was a pretty hard fall.’’
I said, “Yeah, I still feel the burn on my skin.’’
My mom and my four-year-old sister were in the R.V. watching a movie; I had slowly stepped inside the R.V., and my sister came up and hugged me. Wrong idea. I was a tortured teddy bear being squeezed to death. I told her to let go. My arm was throbbing with pain. My sister asked, “Are you fee-wing okay?’’
I told her, “I feel fine.’’ The only thing that was in discomfort was my arm.
I have never experienced a fall like that one before or since. I was in bed for two days straight, sleeping, reading, eating, and watching movies. That was the worst fall ever.
The Extravagant Adventure
A puff of air blew in my face as I shot up the enormous tower. We were almost to the tippy top! My stomach dropped as I look out the elevator’s window, viewing the ant-like people, scurrying through the streets. I stared at my mom, who was afraid to look out the window. She was as still as a statue, petrified with fear.
I said, “We aren’t that far up.”
“Yes, we are,” she replied.
“I know; I was just kidding,” I commented.
Finally, we stepped out of the elevator and strolled into a glass-enclosed room filled with tons of people.
“Wow,” I said in amazement, as I walked around the room. I looked out the window and everything was so minute. The people were ants crawling back to their colony. I looked around the room, and I saw a staircase leading up to a higher deck!
I said to my mom, “Look, Mom, we can go up higher.”
“You can go up higher, but I’m going to stay right where I am,” she replied.
I bolted for the stairs. When I reached the top, a blast of wind hit my face like somebody blowing in my face.
I looked at this level in delight; this level didn’t have glass. It had a rusty, ancient fence! Finally, I got to experience the icy air of France!
I heard my mom say, “Rose, guess where we are going?”
“What?” I replied.
“We are going to get your favorite, hot cocoa, and we are going to get it on the second floor,” she announced.
“Yummy,” I said as I marched down the stairs, arriving next to my mom.
When we arrived to the café, I told the man, “One small hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.”
“Here is your hot chocolate, miss,” he said as he handed me my cocoa. My hot chocolate was fire; I walked outside with my piping hot beverage, my mom and my aunt following behind. We sat down at a table looking out at the astounding buildings that make Paris what it is.
I discovered something that day. You must always cherish what you are doing. I will never forget that day, the feeling of me actually being in Paris. I will also never forget the joy that I felt when I was going up the elevator and my stomach dropping when I looked down, over the ledge from the very peak of the Eiffel Tower. I loved where I was, and I wish I could have lived there. I will always remember that amazing experience. I loved Paris, and most of all I loved the Eiffel Tower!
Thinking and thinking. Waiting silently in the car. My friend’s mom is taking us to a theme park called Six Flags. I have never been on the biggest roller coaster before. It is called Medusa. I have always been too short to go on it. My body was stiff as a rock because I was nervous about going on that ride. We drove by Medusa, and we went to go park the car. As we got out of the car, it was exceedingly hot outside.
My friend, Sianna, decided we should take the trolley. I just couldn’t stop thinking of going on Medusa. My hands were sweating from either my nerves or because it was so hot. We went to pay for our tickets and then stopped by the bathroom.
We walked confidently and anxiously down to Medusa. The line was extremely long so we ate first. After we were done eating, my stomach was an enormous cow belly.
My friend and I got in the dreadful line of doom. I knew I had to go on the roller coaster. All I heard was click clacking and a ton of people screaming as they were going up and up. The line was still long so it took longer than we thought to get to the front of the line. I heard from some of my other friends say that Medusa wasn’t a bumpy ride.
Closer and closer we got up. We were second in line waiting our turn. I wanted to sit in the middle so my friend and her mom sat on the outside. I hoisted myself up to the seat. My heart was racing like a racecar. All I heard was whoosh, and we started to go. We turned a corner and just started going straight up. My stomach felt sick as a dog. Suddenly we went straight down. After we went straight down, it was smooth and fun. We went upside down, and there were twirls, too. I had an amazing time.
After we got off, I wanted to go again. I thought it was going to be so dreadful. I told my friend that I wanted to go again so we went four more times. After we went on four more times, we had to go home. I had the best time ever. It was the greatest trip to Six Flags, and my friends were right! Medusa wasn’t bumpy at all. It was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
The Night of Bats
Swoosh, swoosh. The bats are flying all around. We are on vacation and nearby so are my friends, Justin, Jason, Ally, Jordan , and Julia. All of us are playing with the bats. It’s dark outside. We are swinging a fishing pole in the air to see if the bats will come to us, thinking we have real bugs
We are patiently waiting for the flying bats of wonder to arrive. We soon realize that the bats are here. Eventually they dive and make an attack for the bugs. The bats seem very hungry and restless.
My friends and I become a little frightened of the blind bats. It seems as if they want to eat us! The bats’ moon, the one they are flying over, is as big as the sun. There are over one hundred bats! We begin to count them. We count to twenty and stop because there are too many fast and fluttery bats.
The bats who are flying over the moon look like the man on the moon. We soon notice that there are only a few bats left. We think that the bats figured out that the bugs were not real.
It is almost midnight and we now want to go swimming , so we put our fishing poles away. I will never forget my night of the bats. My friends and I learned that bats are not scary. They are interesting creatures.