Salva taught me that even though there are many nasty people in this world, I don't have to do what they do. I can do my own thing and be who I am and not worry about what people think of me. He has taught me that even if the world is against me. I can all ways find ways to stay safe and happy. I have been camping one time, and when we all went to go to sleep, we heard gunshots near the tent, My dad stepped out of the tent to see what was going on. I didn't know what was going to happen to my dad. I could see his shadow casting on the tent wall near me as he walked away from it. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps walking towards the tent, my heart started pounding even faster and faster as the flap to the tent door lifted. My heart stopped beating fast with a hard punch to the inside of my chest. As I saw my dad, step into the tent. He told us that the people who shot the gun were gone and we could go to bed, That was the first night I have ever heard a gunshot so close it rang in my ears for the rest of the night. …show more content…
Thats why I understand how he felt when he was running from the people holding and shooting guns and thinking how he wanted to run to his family, And his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. My family means the world to me, I would do anything to save them if I ever got separated from the like Salva did. My dad is a hard worker my mother is also. My brother and sisters are very caring, but don't show it, All my brother does is pick on me ( he works as a blacksmith and is 6.1 in height, which makes it hard to fight back) but I know he only does it is because he loves me (and is always bored) and wants to make sure that when it's time I can take care of myself instead of having to have other people worry about
Throughout the novel Salva had a drive to find his family which helped him survive. Salva used to live with his family until the war came but then in order to survive he
A year before my encounter, my sister Faith and I were behind our house about a mile deep into the woods. We were playing hide and go seek, and iit was my turn to find her! I couldn’t find her anywhere and then thats when I saw the bush. It looked trampled so I ran to it, only to find my twelve year old sister lying in the snow in a puddle of her own blood. Her throat was ripped open, it looked like a wild animal had taken a bite out of her.
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
As I stood next to the goat pen, I noticed my dad in his grey pickup sped into our driveway. His vehicle being followed by several others with flashing lights, although the last vehicle scared me the most. It was an ambulance. I remember being so scared I couldn't move at all, I was speechless. When I
As the dull scent of chalk dust mixes imperceptably with the drone of the teacher's monotone, I doodle in my tablet to stay awake. I notice vaguely that, despite my best efforts in the shower this morning after practice, I still smell like chlorine. I sigh and wonder why the school's administration requires the students to take a class that, if it were on the Internet, would delight Mirsky (creator of Mirsky's Worst of the Web), as yet another addition to his list of worthless sites. Still, there was hope that I would learn something that would make today's first class more than just forty-five wasted minutes... It wouldn't be the first time I learned something new from the least likely place.
I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me.
My grandfather was asleep one night on a Coast Guard cutter when another ship, a destroyer, appeared in the distance. The destroyer hit my grandfather's ship in the exact spot where he was sleeping. When he awoke, he found himself in the freezing water, watching his friends swim ashore to safety. They were leaving my grandfather there to die.
One night,probably about 10:00, i was walking down the street at night. I always smoke a swisher when walking to my friends house. I was just about to turn the corner. I was about halfway to my friends house. I had that feeling, i hadn't had that feeling in a long time. I think that I would have been killed if i would have ignored the feeling. When i turned the corner i heard rustling in the leaves behind me, i was still calm debating whether or not i'm just being paranoid. I kept walking, I took my knife out, about 2 min later i heard something running up behind me. I didn't know what it was, i was startled, i turned around and then i saw it, a pit bull. I didn't know what to do, it jumped at me and I did what i was trained to do in my knife lessons. If i didn't already have my blade out, well i didn't have time to get my blade out.
Have you ever experienced a loved one going to jail?......,Hearing the loud crash from a mile away. Not knowing what it was but in the back of my mind not caring what happened or how it happened. Until the phone rang…,police officer on the other side of the line finding out my dad has just gotten arrested. I rushed down stairs with my best friend by my side. My heart was beating outside of my chest.
It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside.
The commotion of two marching armies and drummers drowned out what the soldier was yelling at my mother. Then it all stopped and the drummers let out the battle start rhythm. Then it started and flashes like fireworks went off everywhere, right in the middle of town. There was a bang, then nothing.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
Narrative Essay It all started my sophomore year of high school. People always tell you that when someone knocks you down, you should always get back up and keep trying. I had this mindset at the beginning of my sophomore year, but I ended up letting a teacher knock me down to the point where I did not get back up for a couple of years. I never expected my second year of high school to go so awry.
I am interested in anything that is interesting. Eclecticity seeps into my brain much more easily than the thunderingly similar data of a single concentrated topic area. Though I tend to gravitate towards computer, science, and math information, I will just as likely find an article on a political, religious, or historical topic just as interesting as an article on how astronauts keep their Coke fizzy in space or a book on how public key encryption works.
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.