Jackson-Personal Narrative

Jackson and I used to ride the same bus, every morning, to get to school. Our bus stop is at Davenport, where my mom works. We were very well behaved (as you might have guessed). One day, we were throwing small, hard, red, painful berries at each other, and waiting for the bus.. Jackson points to the road and says, “Hey Noah, look at that car, the guy in it has been staring at us this whole time.” So I look over there, and, to my surprise, see a middle aged man sitting in a car on the other side of the street, staring at us in a, I-am-going-to-catch-and-eat-you, kind of way (Hyphenated modifier). “Well, that's a little creepy,” I respond. The man’s cold, dead eyes lock onto us (personification), as though we would never escape, lost to the world, though, that may have just been from a lack of sleep on

As the bus pulls up and we get on, the guy gets out of his car. He says something that sounds a bit like “shoes on sale!” or, “beluga whale!” or something like that. He ran like a deranged lion chases after a dear (simile). Jackson and I look at each other with worried expressions and vault into the bus (hyperbole). The man sprints into the school, I could hear his footsteps, and smell the evil stench coming from him, and, as we are about to pull away, he comes out with the Davenport secretary (Specific details). The rest of the morning we just slowly forget about the whole situation. Therefore, when in the middle of my first hour class, Mrs. Wondercheck comes in and pulls me from class I was completely surprised. She says, “Did you and Jackson flip somebody off at the bus stop, this morning?” I look at her bewildered, and completely surprised then recall the events of that morning, and explain what actually happened, which was just Jackson, pointing at some creepy guy watching us (with his pointer finger, I might add) (repetition for