Personal Narrative : A Gentle Wakes Me From My Sleep

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

This part of the run is not difficult for me, which is good because my mind is already focused on the cliff that I know is about 100 feet down the ridge and 50 feet on my left (north). Waiting for my turn at the top, I had lots of time to sit and think about what I was about to do, igniting my nerves and adrenaline, making my body feel numb. I ski to my spot above the cliff, and the iconic House Rock looks like it always does, almost like a fifty foot diving board that will shoot you out half-way down the rest of the mountain. I stop right above the point of no return. I must choose to hit the cliff or not. There is no turning back once I move from this spot.

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

In the California mountains of Big Bear on a medium-sized hill, feeling the cold freezing air brush against my long straighten ponytail as I looked below me, kids sledding down the small slopes. In the distance, I see my family waving to me and I hear them yelling in disagreement and warning of how high I was. However, the wind was muffling their words, and I did not care if they did not agree. I was going to do it no matter

As I heard my alarm clock go off at two in the morning, feeling prepared mentally but not physically. My mind,at that point in time raced with thoughts and expectations, although my body felt like it wanted to die. Finally dragging myself out from under the soft covers, I pulled my gear to the bed of the truck and threw my bag up over the side of the truck's bed,-- hearing a giant thud from the heftiness of my pack. I felt mixed emotions coming from my body, my mind ready and my body said: “go back to bed hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. As soon as I plopped myself into the truck squished with three people in the back seat, after about five minutes of driving all three of us passed out fast asleep. The moment I woke, pulling into the parking lot of Mount Washington, New Hampshire I felt ready. When I stepped out of the car, I threw my hands in the air, the best feeling of stretching after a car ride. I look up to see this mountain completely covered with snow and only one round part completely treeless; that's where we hiked too. Strapping my fifty-pound pack on my back containing ski boots, skis, poles, winter gear, and food felt more tiring than it should have.

During the third season of When Calls the Heart, I became the unofficial interviewer of the Hope Valley Kids, probably because I interviewed so many of them. And Jaiven Natt was definitely in that group. With his return to the series this year, we have continued to see his skill and character expand and deepen, so I recently had the supreme opportunity of chatting with him yet again, and this time, we had a decidedly different, but engaging interview covering a wide variety of topics.

As we had began or first ride down the hill with my brother in front of my father and I behind my father slid down the slope quite fast to my enjoyment. After we had reached the bottom of the hill my little brother jumped up and announced that it was the best ride he had ever been on. I smiled and turned to dad much to my shock. For he was covered in snow as if he had just scaled a mountain in a blizzard. And much to my surprise my little brother was untouched.

Once my dad arrived, we were on our way. I jumped out into the first park that we came to and the fresh new powder exalted me. We then rode over to our friend's cabin to say hello and have a Pepsi. We asked our friend, Bob to come along for the ride and he was delighted to join us. From there we cut across flat lined Twin Lake and then across the untracked Eggleston Lake. To my unpleasant surprise, we approached the lodge, and sleds were buzzing around like crows on road kill. Ten miles down the road I expected to, at least, see some other people riding, but we had the whole mountain to ourselves. We rode from mountain to mountain, crossing open drainages and gigantic playgrounds of snow one after another.

After a good night’s rest, we headed off to the trail. We had to take frequent breaks, because the air was super thin. The trail was rocky, uneven, and slippery. If I were to fall that would be very very bad. I thought it was easy, but then the impossible happened.

Hike! Alright lets go" I yell out to Sammy and Jack and we are off to a slow trek "gee" I yell out to Lucky and he pulls us to the right. "Haw" I yell to Molly and she pulls the team to the left of the field that is dusted in snow. "whoa" I yell and my team pulls to a halt and they wait clam and patient as I go down the line and take of the rigging. When I am done I lead them back to our cabin, I end up dozen off In the cabin. In the morning it is so hectic that there is no room for talking, when my team is dressed and rigged up to go we head to the start line. A few teams down I see Cindy Abbott a veteran and a good one, but I push her out of my mind and focus on the task at hand. The crowd goes quite and me and the all the other mushers wait for the gun shot to sound. when the shot sounds I yell above the other mushers "mush" to my team and Sammy and Max jump into action dashing into motion. I notice that we are keeping pace with a woman named Zora Deneuve, but I soon pull ahead of her and her team. It wasn't snowing we started the race but now I can see the little snow flakes fly by as my team races by. After 11 miles I check in at Campbell Airstrip, and when I check in they tell me that i am in fourth

Alert Alert Alert!”Wake Up!!!”, my mom said. We’re going to be late. We’re going to myrtle beach today and we are going to be there for a long, exciting week. I’m having a baseball game it’s going to be tough because we are v.s people from all over the world. Ding Dong! Mom who is that i’m scared. ‘’Zac it’s your uncle Steve’’ my mom said.

Hello Precious Pinky Painters, It's FRIDAY!!! And I have high plans for the weekend - Sleep. No, not very interesting, but completely necessary. I plan to catch some Zzzz's inbetween chauffering the boys from practices to events, to activities. I'm getting tired thinking about it. I hear my bed calling so let's get this post going.

My eyes flutter open to see 3 people standing over me- 1 woman in a light brown trench coat and jeans, and 2 men in white lab coats. “Ma’am, your friend is going to be taken off Life Support shortly. It’s been years, and she’s not waking up. She is a waste of what’s left of our resources,” One of the men says. “But sir! She’ll d- OH MY GOD. SHES AWAKE!! AIKA IS AWAKE!!” The woman exclaims. I give her a confused look. “It’s me, Christa! D-do you remember me?”, she questions. I vaguely remember her face- it is her! “H-how long was I out??? All I can remember is the crash, then darkness.” I say. “37 years, Aika. 37 years I was without my best friend! Oh, how I’ve missed you!” she says and hugs me tightly.

The next day, I was the lucky one to be elected by my mama to go and grab the pile of past-due notices that were surely piled up in the mailbox. As I started rummaging through them, I had noticed that there was one in particular that stood out because this one had consisted of a high-quality stationary. The envelope was clearly addressed to my mama, Janine Barrett Singer, and it had the words OPEN IMMEDIATELY TIME SENSITIVE printed on it diagonally in bold, black ink and in all capital letters. The return address said it was from the law offices of Schlitzmeyer and Brown located somewhere in Elmira, NY.

I can smell someone, cooking delicious, crunchy, tender and tasty bacon. It was weird because I can smell it in my dream and reality. Until a loud, non-stop sound rung onto my head, it was my alarm clock. I remember that it’s Monday morning. The most awaiting day of every student, not really. My mom is always putting it near me. Maybe she got tired of waking me up every morning. I tried removing it once but consequence is far worse. She would get a pan and spatula and slam them together if she sees I don’t wake up in time. It made my head hurt so I took a long warms shower, it help me freshens every time. I dressed up for school and ‘clean’ my room.