Personal Narrative: Minnow Spreading

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a knock the door late at night. There was a letter, it was from the manager at the sunny slope apartments. The next morning we opened the letter. It said we were getting evicted. We didn’t know why. But we knew what it meant, we had to move! We were so worried, because we didn’t know where we could move or even worst of all we didn’t know if we were going to have to move a different school. I had been at that school my whole life, and known all of my friends there.

So Fernanda jumped and “pencil dived” to grab Roene, and it worked! But when Fernanda was grabbing Roene, she dropped the rope and hatchet. When Nathan and I were landing in the water, we had to loosen the chest strap before we landed. Once we landed we had to take it off carefully and let the parachute sink. Roene and Fernanda wanted to save the parachute, for supplies. So before they hit the water, Fernanda dropped Roene into the water, Roene swam away a little. While Fernanda was still in the air she loosened the chest strap and when she landed she took it off. Meanwhile, Roene quickly grabbed the parachute and successfully saved it. We swam towards each other while Nathan inflated the dinghy. We were about a three-minute swim away from each other, but there were some pretty big waves. When we noticed that there were sharks! While the rest of us were panicking, Fernanda discovered that they were whale sharks! She told us that whale sharks don’t eat humans! We were so relieved. While we were paddling to shore, Roene hit Nathan in the head with her oar! Nathan got a concussion, but he was okay since he just lay on the bottom of the dinghy. We were a six-hour paddle

Lobstering is in my blood. It is what supports my family and most of my town. I have been doing it my whole life i’ve had a lobster license since i was 8 years old which is as young as you can get one. I love summer just for lobstering season plus I like the money outcome. I hate school starting the most because it tires me out because I play football everyday except sundays and some saturdays so i have to wake up early and haul on my days off from school.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

On 06/19/17, a t12:00pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 3251 Miriam Drive South on an injury-possible dangerous or vicious dog. I arrived at the location and was advised by The Columbus Division of Police (CPD) that the victim is being transported to Mount Carmel West Hospital (793 W State St) for her injuries and dog owner resides at the above location. I exited my vehicle and approached the dog owner. I spoke to dog owner Alex Kriglowitz and his wife. I asked Mr. Kriglowitz what transpired. He explained he was mowing his lawn and opened the side fence to mow the side yard. His dog was in the backyard. Mr. Kriglowitz completed mowing and forgot to close the gate. Mr. Kriglowtiz went inside the house and the next thing

In my school I am part of a community service group called start something, we help people in our community who are not as fortunate, or help clean in our community to keep our city beautiful. My first community service event was the Spicket River cleanup, the Spicket River is a small river that goes through Lawrence. The river goes through many parts of Lawrence, some people’s trash ends up in the river,[every year I look forward to this event to help the environment and my community] this is why every year I look forward to participating in The Spicket River Cleanup.

“Good morning California, this is Kayla Salas coming to you live from Lake Shasta where an innocent child was violently attacked by rabid otters. The 8 year old boy was swimming in the lake with his family when all of a sudden he was encompassed by a group of otters. Intrigued by their presence, the boy moved closer to them, and what he expected to be a warm welcome from the furry mammals turned into a total nightmare. Allegedly, the otters became to inch closer and snarl at him threateningly. Scared out of his wits, the boy started to swim away but then he felt a sharp sting in his leg. He looked down to see an otter sinking his teeth into him. The otter held on so tight that it took the strength of two adults to pry it off. Thankfully, the boy only suffered minor injury and had the gash stitched up in the hospital. Who would’ve thought that small, seemingly harmless otters would attack a child so

You may, or may not, know that my mom owns the business Kiddie Corral Preschool. If you have ever seen the facility you will also know that there is an open field to the left; an open field that was once overwhelmingly covered with poison ivy, shrubbery and briar patches. In addition to these aggravating plants, there was also what seemed as walls of greenery making this field a trek for a small 8 year old. Well, with common sense, you will easily know that a bush that has “disappeared” has had to have been cut down, or de-rooted, which is where me and my 2 oldest brothers come in to play.

This summer I visited Bloody Pond, which is located in Lake George, New York. Bloody Pond is historically significant because it was the location of a bloody massacre during the French and Indian War. This pond was the location of the brutal Bloody Pond Massacre, which was between the colonials and the French forces. As a result of this battle, the French suffered heavy losses which subsequently boosted the morals of the colonials and the British.

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt - sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

Ever since I was a kid I have enjoyed fishing. Fishing relaxes my mind and allows me to get away from the stress of the real world. From the cool breeze around the lake to the fishes nibbling away at the bait, it’s all just very relaxing. There was one day where I caught more fish than I had ever caught before. The entire day had been going my way. My boss called me and gave me the day off and that alone is a good way to start your day. After getting the day off I was able to get a few extra hours of sleep. Being able to sleep in allowed me to get the some rest that I had not been able to get for a few weeks. After getting my well-deserved rest I decided to go to the pet store to get some fish bait. Fishing was not my original plan for that day but since I was able to get the day off and I didn’t have any other plans I was able to plan to do one of my favorite things.

Effusion Skin unfolding beneath a liquid barrier, taunt and stretched, encased in warmth. Coolness fades, rising and falling, mixture and separation, clarity of sound melding to muffled words. Silence is tainted by the incessant rapture and rupture, the throb of a life source echoing echoing, filling the ear, deafening sound. There is no sight, merely a distant flicker of recognition in an impartial eye, a flash of turquoise and then darkness. Even the darkness pulsates with a gentle glow— light beneath a scale of skin, the faculty of sight protected by blindness— resounding in the hollow frame of a fleshly form.

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a

In the black of the night in the bushes behind us we heard a hair raising murmur right after that a face appeared or at least I thought it was the body was transparent it blended in with the fog I welled “ghost” It also looked like a pirate so I said Pirate” the loud noise of my yelling caught the attention of something even more dangerous splash a 30 foot gator jumped out of the water in-shock I stood still I was petrified then lucy slapped me it hurt the sting was horrible I looked over it wasn’t lucy it was a bat the wigs were horned I held my face in pain and fell to the ground completely forgetting about the 30 foot gator that lurked below but it didn’t forget about me it lunged out of the water I covered my head closed my eyes waiting for the pain then a loud bang the pain never came I opened my eyes there was a very large man at least seven feet tall with a large black beard he extended his arm down to help me up it took his arm and

Going to the beach was nothing like going to the lake or swimming pool. The ocean had large waves that would come crashing into the beach. I was so small that the waves would just throw me around. I also got to walk down the beach and find different objects that the waves had washed up on shore. I found seashells that had brilliant colors like the rainbow. I even found a creature that looked like pink jelly. I picked the creature up with a stick and took it to show my dad. My dad told me that it was a jellyfish that could sting me, so he made me bury it in the sand. I saw another creature that was gliding in shallow water. It was dark brown with a long tail and looked like it had wings. It was a horrible looking creature that I had never seen before. My dad came down to the water to see what I was looking at. He told me that they were called skates, and they would not hurt me. That was the first time I saw something living in the ocean besides a fish. My dad then showed me that there were little creatures called, sand fiddlers, which would wash up when the waves crashed into the shore. We sat down on the sand so he could show me how to catch them. The sand fiddlers would dig down in the sand fast as lightning, so we had to dig for them fast as we could. When I caught one it felt like it was trying to dig into your hand with what seemed like a million legs. After about four hours I was exhausted and starving. I