Personal Narrative

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I arose from my sleep up with my mouth feeling like a desert and saw the moon, which reflected off the lake in front of the lodge, shining it’s light into our small room, all of my family was asleep so tiptoed down the stairs and looked out the gargantuan rectangular window and the scene was breathtaking the mountains towered out of my sight and the moonlight outlined them with light. I detected a rattle somewhere around in my surroundings spun around and saw a janitor, camouflaged in the darkness wearing a black jumpsuit and had a scraggly, ungroomed gray beard.
“What are you doing” he said in a gruff voice and started to slowly trudge in my direction.
I spun back around, ran into our room, and pulled the blankets over my head. Time …show more content…

While I was distracted, a director, the director, whose name is Simon,was casually dressed casually (for hiking) in brown shorts, a black shirt and covered with a red windbreaker, snuck behind me and announced in an energetic voice
“Ready for our activity today” combing his brown curly hair with his hand.
“I hope so” I replied in a negative tone, trying to hide my nervousness toward what we were doing today. After Simon left I went up to my room, covered myself with my heavy blue blankets, and let the fear and panic consume me.
After all the inattentive people tumbled-- out of there bed’s and scrambled to get ready, we started our mini-hike through the forest. The forest was filled with animals like birds, deers, and frogs. There were also millions of trees with markings on them, Simon told us not to touch it, he …show more content…

It looked like it reached the sky and cast a shadow that was a million miles long. The spikes were as sharp as knives, it had deep scars running down its face. Our task today is to try and take down ...THE WALL. Feared by all who have acrophobia (the fear of heights), which includes me. I threw on my orange clunky helmet, pulled on my safety gear and put my hand in one of the scars. I could smell and feel the air. The rock was grainy and wet as an aftermath of it recently raining, then I pulled myself up and started climbing. After five seconds I whined “I can’t do

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