Personal Narrative-Boobbed In The Water

My head went back, and my feet popped up. I felt the frigid water seep into my hair, and soak my scalp. I heard my mom’s soft voice trying to keep me calm, and reminding me to keep my bellybutton up to the air as if some puppet master was holding it up by a string. Every time my mom tried to let me float by myself, my feet would begin to sink. It was as if I was a weight on a fishing line pulling it down into the dark abyss. I couldn’t seem to stay relaxed, I was as stiff as a two by four. That fire was still burning my inner forest deep within me. I remember startling myself out of the float, because I did not feel my mom’s hands supporting me anymore. I scrambled for footing on the bottom of the pool floor feeling the rough pool floor slip past my toes a couple times before I got the traction to stand up. I was kind of confused for a moment as I tried to get the water out of my eyes and nose. My family was now all out in the pool area, and I realized the moment I have been dreading for the past few years of my short life was here and I knew it. My family was going to have me jump off the diving board, in hopes that it would dissipate my excruciating fear of water. My heart was beginning to pound through my

As I jumped into the water, I only had one thing on my mind: saving the victim. As I swam towards her I saw her head slip under. I called for a backboard before I dove beneath the surface to bring her head above the water. I

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

I remember vividly arriving on the first day of seventh grade not really focused on the school year, but focused on my first day as a Collegiate football player that afternoon. However my new English teacher Mr.Bradshaw, noticed that on the first day and changed my priorities very quickly. The first semester of seventh grade was tough for me, learning how to balance school and sports is a vital part of my growth as a student athlete, which I am still trying to figure out today. Seventh grade was definitely a year where I learned a lot, I learned to not eat my snack in assembly from Mr. Rider, I learned that Bubba’s barber shop gives crummy haircuts, I learned the importance of leadership, and preparation, I have learned to dream, and not make dreams my master, I have learned to think but not to make thoughts my aim. I came out of seventh grade confident in myself and in my abilities, and ready to embark on the last part of my middle school journey, eighth grade. I went into eighth grade knowing my role as a leader of the middle school and ready to embrace it. Now at the end of my eighth grade year, having learned a lot in middle

I'm afraid, I'm in panic, I don't understand how can something that gives me comfort and serianty, can push me underwater that I can hardly breath.

Pain ripped through my leg and I heard a distinct 'crack' even underwater, even over the crash of the waves. I let out a yell from the excruciating pain. Instantly my mouth filled with freezing cold water, which in turn made me cough and splutter, only pulling more water into my mouth.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness, broken promises, regrets, first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no hassle, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, encompassed by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt

The water is up to my chest when it finally pulls me away from my roof. It drags me deep under the surface and I get hit by a gnarled steel beam that’s three times my size. I continue to sink as I lose consciousness and everything fades to

Drowning. Over and over and over again. Every time I died they would bring me back. Every time I came back I was less myself. I was terrified. Not for myself but for my country. Not for myself but for my family. Attacks on my soil day and night and my family could be next. They want what I have. My information. But I won’t crack. Under these bring lights day and night. A cloth is draped over my face again. Water gushes into my mouth as I struggle for breath filling my lungs choking the breath from my body. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep. They don’t allow me to eat. They try to twist and break my body with poisons and malnourishment. They tell me no one is coming for me. Good. We don’t negotiate with terrorists.

"No! Mom, STOP! I don't want to do it!" I bawled. My face flushed red , tears streaming down my face as I was backed into a corner. There was no escape, I lunged forward with a death grip around my mother's leg. Burying my face into her jeans, I pleaded one last time, to no avail. Still clinging on to her leg, she drags me over the cruel, tile floor. "Take him," she said nonchalantly, "He'll be fine." With an exasperated look she hands me over to my new swim instructor. I was still hyperventilating, overcome with fear of the water. "Let's wash away those tears!" my teacher said with a smile. Before I knew it, I was submerged beneath the water. It was only for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. Time froze, all the noise

Immediately upon entering into the water, something seemed to reach up and ensnare her ankle within its grips. Blinded by the dark green river water, she couldn’t tell what it was. A rock, a branch? The strong current prevented her from using her hands to assist the escape. The continuous denial of her self-rescue attempts allowed many seconds to pass. Her hand began to stiffen from the impeding frigidity that had started penetrating. This forced the question, if she was going to die there? The forty degree water numbed the fear. which formed it into a sort of satisfaction. The adrenaline could no longer warn off the bitter constraints. The entrapment continued to grapple on. She continued to twitch her leg in attempts to get her ankle free, exhausting the air supply. Her disorientation elevated the longer she stayed submerged. The consciousness seemed to waver as time went on. Time seemed to slow down until it stopped, frozen in its

With a strong kick of her legs and a powerful stroke from her arms, she was off. She cut through the water like a knife. Her legs moved with the wild strength that comes with anger. She didn’t swim, she glided; carving through the water like a cable. The water didn’t fight her, it seemed to push her along, pulsing faster and faster. She grit her teeth, salty water splashed into her eyes. Her heartbeat raced, she felt powerful, strong, unstoppable. The ocean seemed to coax her on, passive and pulling. Until the smooth muscled waves seemed to rise up against

I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

The waves became higher and stronger. They started to pull my small body further and further in the sea away from the shoreline. They were not that peaceful as I thought. The beastly waves were endless; they were hitting my face and my little body from everywhere. I had my heart in my mouth. The waves were pulling my small fragile body to the deep-sea world. I was losing the ability to swim, and I started swallowing salty water that burned my throat (turned my throat on fire). I was weak as a kitten. No one could see me. I was struggling for my life. I was screaming and shouting for help but no one could hear me. I was in the middle of the empty. I watched in despair my life fading away from me. I was filled with dread because I was too small to die, and I wanted to see my family again. For a moment, I was convinced that I will not have the opportunity to discover the adventures of life. The sorrowful good-byes of life continued for several minutes before a lifeguard sent from heaven saved me. He put me on his shoulders, and swam all the way back to the shore. It took us few minutes to get there. When I saw my mom I hugged her and I started to bawl like a