Personal Narrative: A Long Walk To Water

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

The creek is a place were I can release all of my problems with the world. I can sit down and really think. Not having to worry about the time or if I am getting all of my assignments done. The creek is my place for thinking and quietness.

Halfway to the water I started screaming. Why was I jumping off the high dive when I could not swim. When I hit the water I realized that my uncle Bobby was going to grab me when i hit the water.

Coming off what was one of the best summers of my life, I expected grade 6 to go by like a breeze, before I knew it I would be back hitting baseballs in the park with my friends. But….. to my surprise IT. WAS. TOUGH. So much

The shower I took didn't help relax me any, my body was completely frazzled and anxious after this morning events with River. All I could think about was the memory of his hands against my skin, his lips against mine. It was hard to get the thoughts out of my head. Sitting at the breakfast table was even worries, I couldn't focus on anything anyone was saying. My bottom lip was swollen because I was chewing it raw, when I would glance at River who seemed to just keep his eyes on his plate. I would feel my ears burst into flames and I would have to look away before someone notices.

Oh my god just look at look at it And what was I looking at exactly probably one of the most monstrous waves of all time and I was about to ride it. I grabbed my surfboard and I was running as fast as a cheetah would in the wild chasing its prey running towards the water but my long black hair kept getting in my eyes so I had to put it in a bun real quick and right before I jumped into the water I took along look at myself just wondering how I got my scar on my back . I was a pretty decent looking guy, tall 5’8 , tan with bright green eyes I was pretty athletic too I played a lot of soccer and my life at home really wasn’t good but I usually just ignored it . When I bounced on the water surface I started to paddle and I started to paddle

We catch tiny cutthroat and rainbow trout but they're a lot of work for the meat they provide. We won't be eating like the kings I'd imagined. I was really looking forward to showing off some of those Kamloops and repeating Frank's cool lie. "Worms."

Fifth grade started a whole new chapter in life. It started with a new school with both familiar and unfamiliar faces and with that, new challenges that included trying to fit in with your peers. Not until I started getting questions like, “You get free lunch? How?” or being stared at while standing in the ‘free lunch line’ as it was called in school, did I realize that I was different

It was the year of 2013 my sophomore year, when I had dropped out of high school. I was starting as a freshman at Reedley High school. It’s an enormous school compared to the school I came from. I lived in Squaw Valley and went to middle school there; I graduated in a class of 36 so it was a bit frightening but very exciting. I began to make many new friends and I felt like it was a great experience and everything was going well. My grades were going great, my attendance was acceptable. I enjoyed going to all the home football games with all my friends and going out afterwards. My freshman year was entertaining and thrilling.

As I slowly lower my paddle into the serene black water, I glance up and take in my surroundings. In every direction, I can see more of the beautiful water, bordered on all sides by the breathtaking Canadian wilderness. It has been a couple of days since we have seen civilization and I still have not begun to miss modern amenities. My friends, some parents, and I, all of us from the St. Leonard Scout Troop, are canoe tripping as part of a Boy Scout High-Adventure program. For seven days we paddle on the placid lakes that are dispersed throughout southern Canada, carrying canoes and equipment on our backs, overland, to get from one lake to another.

By the end of the night, as various types of alcohol flowed freely through the blood of dancing teenagers, I noticed that one of my close friends looked pale. Before I could come back to her with a class of cold water she had taken a position in the washroom, spewing the remains of her dinner and vodka into the toilet bowl. The sound of her gagging, a wretched, slimy noise, almost made me want to partake in the act as well. Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of my disgust. As a party had been taking place in the vicinity, the floor of the washroom was revolting. A diverse collection of the dirt from the bottoms of partygoers shoes, vomit, pee, and whatever else made its way to the ground resided there. However, my friend didn’t seem

As an awkward, clumsy, and minuscule 6th grader, middle school seemed like it would never end. Fast forward three years, and my time at Parkside Junior High, a somewhat large building sitting in front of a somewhat expansive prairie, was nearing the end. The weather was beginning to heat up and was gradually becoming more and more humid, leaving all traces of spring behind. Track season was underway, and I was thoroughly enjoying being able to spend the afternoon running and talking to my friends about whatever came to our minds. Sports, teachers, games; the topics we could discuss were limitless. We were all looking forward to being done with junior high and moving onto high school: the big leagues. After three long

A bit chilly at the lake's edge under the night sky, but I like the sound, water splashing against the formation of boulders. I like the universe the stars and galaxies. A dark open sky above the water illuminated by the millions of stars. The mountains display an appearance of watching over the lake. That's why I love it here at the loading docks at water's edge and the parking lot where the ravens fly by. Although evil has settled in here, and under the waters. Gazing up at the night sky, and watching spacecraft travel their routine, one of the probes I assumed didn't correspond because he traveled off course is going the wrong

Walking into eighth grade year, I knew what I was going to have to do. Put as much work in as possible to become successful. I was fortunate to have Mr.Adams for the second year in a row. This year for algebra (l). All the work I did the year before truly benefited me in the best way possible. Just like my seventh grade year, and even more my eighth grade year. I put a crap ton of work in. In every single class. I started to get my grades back from my elementary days! Then it finally hit me like a 50,000 wrecking ball, I could use this skill that I developed from Mr. Adams in my everyday life! It all came together. I was and still am a huge fan of basketball.

We started the first day of sixth grade with a lot of butterflies in our stomach? What if we don’t get to class in time? What if we go to the wrong place? What if we forget about TA or lunch? What if our chromebook dies? Just a lot of unneeded nerves. Now going to first hour I had comm, but I didn’t really know anyone well or even a little in that class. Mrs. Robinson was nice and was a fun teacher. People may say she is strict, but it's all part of good