Personal Narrative: The Rouge Watershed Trail

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“Be back before 8 Riles. You know how angry your dad gets”. “Okay mom no worries”,I said as walk out the door and hop onto my bike. I stopped in front of jakes house to pick him up. We’re going to take a hike in the forest. “Hey Riley, did you get the water and the sandwiches”, Jake shouted in a jubilant tone. “Yea. Go get your bike, i only have like two hours before my curfew is over”, i reply. Jake ran to the backyard and got his bike from the garage. The Rouge watershed trail closes late today so we got plenty of time. Me and Jake drive our bikes for about 7 minutes and then take a stop. “Lets lock our bikes at the bike rack and walk from there; it’s only a quarter mile away”, jake says. “Let's do that after we take a short break. All that …show more content…

Gooey marshmallow cream oozing down the cake, I've been eating fat cakes since forever. They're just so appetizing. Me and jake began walking again and let me just tell you how creepy this place looks. The air seemed stuffy and the trees in the forest were chestnut-brown, eating under the shadowy grooves. We kept walking down the sidewalk not speaking to each other as if we weren't scared. Finally i said,”i think the trail starts from their but why is it so empty”. “So what, we can have the whole trail to ourselves and no one would be annoying us while hiking”,jack replied. We took a left turn and just kept walking. The forest is getting creepier and the sounds are getting louder. All i hear is clicking trees, crunching twins, and my heavy breathing. We walked for about thirty minutes and took another stop under a big tree. The tree strands writhe through the springy breeze. I throw myself to the floor yearning for fresh air and relaxation. Jake takes a seat beside me having an uneasy look on his …show more content…

It looks asthetic.” “did you even bring your camera. I guess stoping for 5 minutes wont hurt”, i respond. Jake has a deep affection to photography and he’s not wrong. My cousin is a photographer and sometimes he takes me with him when he goes on short trips. He has a blog, inspiring people with his astonihing photos. Thats how i see him as when he grows up. I turn around to check on jake but he grabs my wrist roughly and starts running. “Whats going on? Stop running”, i say suprisingly hoping for an explanation. He stops for a moment and i stop to trying to catch my breath from all that running. “Behind that bush…. The birds….”, he hesitates. “THERE’S A DEAD BODY”,he later screams. I try to stay calm but i couldnt. I just couldnt. “What do you mean theres a dead body? How? Whats going on? Lets just…. Lets just call the police”. So many questions are running through my head. I dont even know what to think anymore. I walk over to the bushes, my body shaking and whivering in fear. My eyes widen and i stood their shocked, frozen. My mind just couldnt take it in. i go back rushing to jake, grab his hand, and gallob my feet away from the forest as fast as i can. We arrive back at the entrance gate and i pull my phone out of my pocket. “What are you doing”,jake says suprised. “Im calling the police. We cant just stand their looking at a dead body and not report it”. I dial 911. “Hello Salmon-Challis police

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