Personal Narrative: Everyday Life

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Everyday Life.The concept no one can ever fully grasp. While everyone asks the simple questions, like what is…? or how does…? or why doesn’t…? I am the one individual that has asked those questions, and they don’t help any more. The individual that asks questions like where am I? What’s my name? How old am I? After about 15 years of asking these questions, they kind of just come now. But the answers never stay with me. The answers come almost as soon as I wake up and leave as soon as I fall asleep. Besides that, I have to figure out everything on it’s own. On this beautiful may morning, I awake as a stinky 17 year old male. Christopher. I get up, sore, but looking down I see why. I have some really nice muscles. Toned and defined. …show more content…

Unless you have a different idea.” “Ahhhh! I can’t believe we’re at the beach! I’m so excited! We can both just change in here. It’ll save time.” She says as she grabs the bags from the backseat. “Works for me.” As soon as she has her stuff on, she waste no time. Busting open the door, she runs, full sprint, to the water. I come running after her. Trying to be funny, I tackle her into the water. I only forgot one thing. I still have a hole in my hand. Almost immediately, the water stings my open wound. I feel like the sun is exploding in the palm of my hand and nothing I do helps it. Screaming, I scramble off of her and back onto dry land. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry!” She asks, running out of the water to me. “No, you’re fine. I had to find someway to get out of class.” “So you hurt yourself?!” She looks completely shocked now. “Well, I wanted us to have enough time to do this!” I lunge into the water, taking her with me. She splashes around, struggling, until I finally pull her into my arms, calming her. The water was as smooth as rolling around in silk. I feel like I can see every fish in the sea. Playing in the water makes time fly. Before we know it, it’s almost 8 o’clock. We get out and lay on the beach and talk for somewhere around 2 to 3 hours. As she starts to fall asleep, I realize that Once I fall asleep, I’ll wake up as Chris and he’ll be totally …show more content…

Pulling up to her house, I realize that I don’t know how to get her into her house. Regrettably, I wake her up and walk her into her house. I pull up to my house, drop on my bed and am out like a light. Picturing her i that silky water as my last

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