Personal Narrative: My First Wave

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I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave. The past 16 years of my life have been spent in a town that has the population of some office buildings in New york. Ever since I was a kid all I have wanted to do is escape this two mile geographical prison. There is not much to do here so I am trying my best to deal with all the hardships life throws at me so I may go to college and do better with my life. I have a

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