I used to have a normal life. I was your typical, average teenage girl, though perhaps a bit more tomboyish and nerdy than most other girls. I spent hours shooting, hunting, practicing combat of all forms, and reading. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t exactly average, but still, I wasn’t expecting my world to be flipped upside-down! It was October and the weather was just cold enough for jeans and sweatshirts, which were my favorite articles of clothing. I was lying under a big oak tree in my yard, a medieval hand-and-a-half sword by my side. I was waiting for my friend, Anna, to get to my house so we could practice swordplay together, but she was late, as usual. Since I was getting bored waiting for her, I decided to practice some of my strikes. I was jabbing an …show more content…
Honestly, this had to be a dream, right? Well, dream or not, I lived on the Galactic Storm for a full month before my parents came back. It was actually pretty neat. I still thought it was all a dream or something, so I figured, hey, why not enjoy it? I put my combat skills to use and learned how to fight with laser blasters and other epic weaponry you can only come up with in your imagination! I learned to fly a star ship and I even got to do simulated battles with Felicia and Aaron. But I still didn’t think it was real. It was all too good to be true. I couldn’t actually be on a real life starship. That question was answered the day my parents arrived on the Galactic Storm. They flew into the main hanger in starships along with several squadrons. A few of the ships looked a bit beaten up. The Adan looked like it had spontaneously combusted at one point and the Lisendius, a really cool looking ship with a flaming heart on the side, was literally on fire! The pilot was fine, but the ship was ruined. My mom and dad ran to me and I am sure I looked dumbfounded. This dream, if it really was that, was becoming a little too weird; a little too possible and
...I was carried on board. I was immediately handled and tossed up to see if I was sound, by some of the crew; and I was now persuaded that I had got into a world of bad spirits, and that they were going to kill me. Their complexions too, differing so much from ours, their long hair, and the language they spoke, which was very different from any I had ever heard, united me to confirm in this belief.*(33)
life was normal. I work on accepting each person where they are in their life,
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
I rushed from my hiding-place and with extreme labour, from the force of the current, saved her and dragged her to shore. She was senseless, and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation, when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic, who was probably the person from whom she had playfully fled. On seeing me, he darted towards me, and tearing the girl from my arms, hastened towards the deeper parts of the wood. I followed speedily, I hardly knew why; but when the man saw me draw near, he aimed a gun, which he carried, at my body and fired. I sank to the ground, and my injurer, with increased swiftness, escaped into the
for his sword. Just before he could put in a harsh word, his adversary cut in, "Let me guess... that's a steel pommel and guard with a lea...
Me? I never thought I would face that. I was that kid in school that had all the friends, and did everything. My friends were all different colors, I was in theater my whole life, in french classes my whole life, played football a good amount of my life, and believe it or not KI was a boy scout for a bit.
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
Lexi Weier 3/18/16 3rd Hour Personal Narrative Swishing, splashing, sloshing, and all the screams of kids were all you heard when you walked into the steam filled waterpark, Avalanche Bay. It was spring break of 2013. I had gone there on vacation for two days with my best friend Sarah, we had heard about a new addition that goes by the name, “The Big Couloir”. The Big Couloir was an extremely intimidating waterslide. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into that day.
If flying was the dream, then what awaited me at the landing was waking up and realizing closing your eyes will not send you into the same dream. As soon as I got out of the plane I was hit by the realization I had just flown over four different countries, seen the world from a bird’s point of view and landed whole different country all within the space of five hours. My mom and I somehow did not get confused when trying to get to the arrivals room. I spotted one of my uncles, I did not even know his name and I only knew him through pictures. Suddenly more of my relatives appeared from the crowd, and the aunt and uncle I was supposed to live with made their
I’m puzzled, unable to wrap my head around this nugget of information. If we weren’t standing in a room full of people, I’m certain my hands would lunge for his neck and I’d slam his back against the stone wall. My elbow would mash into the crook of his neck and I’d have him pinned in less than three seconds. I don’t realize rage is consuming me until I feel the sharp sting of my nails piercing my palms. ’Cordelia’.
It was hurricane season. I didn't even know until I saw the weather report the week before. “Hurricane Michael raging on the East Coast. Hurricane Paula strikes Alabama,” the weatherman said. It didn't faze me. “It happens every year,” I thought. Never did I think that this would affect me in the small town of Center, Texas. In the middle of September, the day felt strange. Then, a friend called me from San Augustine. “It's coming!” she shrieked. I was very confused. “The hurricane! You need to get ready!” I replied slowly and hung up. Scared to death, I started to get ready for the disaster coming towards us.
One Day Before the Tornado It was May 9, 2017; the weather affects of late spring were already setting in. Warm weather, heavy storms, high winds, but nothing too major to be a serious threat. The new series of Storm Chasers on the Discovery Channel has just started, and we were excited to watch. Where we lived never got anything bad, like floods, tornadoes, etc… But after we heard about the big front coming from tornado alley, we knew about the possibilities of what could happen, rare, but still could happen.
I decided that my actions were no longer beneficial to me and I wanted to charge. This transition was scary I had to leave the only friends I’d had outside of my brother and start over. My eleventh grade year changed my life. I didn’t have high school or myself figured out yet but I was ready to dive in and swim. I’d tried fitting in mimicking trends and behaviors of everyone else. Then one day I reflected on my experiences and what I had gained from them, nothing! I wasn’t popular, cool, and I didn’t have a girlfriend or any prospects. Trying to fit in was a constant failure, my last resort was to just be myself. My junior year was the year that I decided to be myself my attitude was positive. I was kind, smart, funny, and I had style. I began to work every day after school at McDonald’s and I joined the drama club. With the money from my job I started buying nicer clothes I didn’t always have the newest fashions or the best attire but my confidence was radiant. The drama club shed light on my humorous side participating in school plays showed my peers my talents. Girls began to notice me I got a girlfriend and I’d had a few admirers. High school wasn’t so bad after all. My eleventh grade year was the first year of high school that concluded in a triumphant
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
My way of life has never been what anyone would call normal. It’s only second nature to hear the words “peculiar” or “weird” when describing my family and friends. The funny thing is, it really doesn’t bother me. If everyone were the same or what the world refers to as normal, life would be pretty boring. There are several contributing factors as to why I am the way that I am, but more recently, I can say that a group of friends that I became close to during my senior year of high school had a big impact on the person I am today.