Dad Shaking Me Narrative

When it is my turn to shoot, I am in control. All I have to say is “pull” and in an instant a bright orange clay is flying through the air. My shotgun is up and my eye searches for the clay. As soon as I find it, I pull the trigger and instantly feel the gun’s kick on my shoulder, as if it’s punching me. The loud bang of the gun firing echoes through the woods and lingers in the air. For a split second, I see the flash of the shot shell as I look down the barrel of my gun. My shot shatters the clay into a thousand shards and the tiny pieces fall to the ground like rain. The metallic smell of burnt gunpowder fills the air as I finish by pumping the shotgun to eject the empty

For the meanwhile, I get lost in thought on how I ever made it this far. I remember the first time I had ever held a firearm. I was eleven years old when I was dragged to a hunters education class by my father. He made us sit in the front row which I opposed all the way. Since my father is the way he is, I was volunteered by him to go up during one of the activities. Mentally, I was screaming at my father while he sat in his chair with a smug face. I took a deep breath and just went with it. My duty of the activity was to stand in front of hundreds of eyes and show the different ways to hold a firearm safety while basically chanting the number one of firearm safety—Treat every gun like it is loaded. I remember holding a grudge against my dad for making do that, but now that I think about it, I know I will never forget how to hold a gun safely. I remember the first time I shot a firearm and how I missed every shot. My dad repeated over and over again, just keep trying, you’ll get it soon. I remember it after half a box of twenty-two ammo before I finally hit the target. My dad was right. I just had to keep

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I walked in and saw mom on the floor bleeding. I looked up at James and saw him starting to cry. I’d rush at him with the mindset to kill him too, and I knew he was gonna shoot me that night. James and Dad went outside to talk about what just happened. I cuddled mom until she took her final breath. I went outside when I seen James and Dad talking to some boys from the Hawks. James looked at me and pointed his eyes to tell me go back in the house. The hawks players pulled out some guns and shot James and Dad for shooting ken at the party. Uncle Bob tackled me to

It was a Saturday morning. I was exhausted from last night’s party so I decided to sleep in. It had only been about 5 minutes after I decided I would sleep longer when my mom called.

“Okay.” I said, even though he’d completely misinterpreted my reason for going through my grandma’s things. But I wasn’t about to tell him what I was really looking for.

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I was still drowsing, but I was awake. I got my clothes on and then went to get my phone and I remembered that I did not charge it. I found my phone on the charger and I said in my head “Thank you, dad.” My mom, my sister and I quickly got in the car so we could go to Rockford to get my cousin, Melissa. We stopped at her house and she came with us ready to go to Six Flags.

All these thoughts were running through my head when all of sudden I heard a door slam. My heart stop for a minute my breathing got heavier she open the door I stood in the corner of this tiny brown cupboard praying that she wouldn’t see me, she finally shut the cupboard door. I could hear her footsteps as she slowly started walking away, relief took over my body as I heard the door close I stepped out of the cupboard when he all of sudden someone hand was covering my mouth I started to kick and scream but it was no good she pushed me to the bed and pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head I shut my eyes as my instincts kicked in when suddenly I heard the gun go

My fist went flying into his jaw and then into his throat, and he was knocked out cold. I turned to face Jack, and we took off taking the police’s gun with us. Just when we thought we were safe I am forced down onto the ground. That’s when I hear gunshots and feel warm blood on my neck. While in the process of getting rid of the police officer Jack shot me in the neck, and I am slowly dying. I am just laying in the middle of the field, praying that the test and the system will somehow be stopped, even if I am not there to watch it happen. Jack starts bawling, but then stands up wipes the tears off his face, and starts laughing.

Shots pierced around me. I scurried across the grass for somewhere to have cover. My leg bled constantly, while pain was shooting throughout my leg. The blood oozed. I found a tree that had a wide trunk. I went around it, and there in front of my eyes was an opening that was big enough for a person to fit in it. I didn't know if it was a trap or safety. I had to take the chance, the piercing pain in my leg was too much. I walked through and I was able to stand up in it. In front of me was a curtain. I pushed it to one side. “Hands up or I’ll shoot.” I stopped. The voice didn’t sound much older than me. “Please,” I begged, “I just need help with my leg.” I cautiously turned around and there behind me was a girl around my age, 15. She was around

“Whatever dad.” Little Tom laughs. The day has started and the two men are off to Dunkin Doughnuts to stop for their daily bear claws and

The rush of adrenaline ran through my body. My knees were arched in a ninety degree bent, in the ready position as I waited for the gun to go off. The next few seconds were filled with nothing but silence as I was completely concentrated on what I was going to do and what had to be done. I let myself float in the world of my own. I was the only person in the world, above me was a beautiful dimmed sky that hovered over me. I was in the zone to start racing, this happy tranquil place made me feel relax and forget everything else around me. I was ready to run my heart out and then with an abrupt thud from the sound of the gun my feet were off at the speed of

Weeks passed and I remember it was late night and me and my brothers were upstairs in our rooms playing house when my parents came

I woke up hearing the infuriating and pulsating ring of my alarm, I checked the calendar, another Sunday, just like any other, hunting day. I assembled my weapons into my reliable black duffle bag; a silenced handgun, a military-grade pocket knife and my SR-25 sniper rifle. Wearing a pair of ripped jeans as faded as erased blue pencil markings, and a grey hoodie that hugged every crevice of my muscular torso, I headed out to my black Ford pickup truck. Throwing the duffle bag into the passenger seat with the force of a raging lion, I hopped into the driver’s seat like a swift cougar. While starting the engine, it made the sound the all too familiar sounds; kch, kch, kch kch kch kch kvooom, I thought to myself “I should really get this