Personal Narrative : Race You To The Other Side

I started to walk away from the tournament, I wanted to get away, to think. No one ever seems to care how I felt. I walk to the barn slowly so Curly wouldn't notice I was leaving when I saw Lennie. I needed to talk to someone, to actually have a really conversation with someone. I kept to my slow pace til he looked up at me. Then, he covered something up in the hay.

The wide open area and shallow waters can make Marathon boating quite challenging. The locals use this ditty to help them safely navigate the waters here:

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

I picked up my speed and drove myself into the wall. Pushing off, I told myself that it was now time to swim backstroke.

“I had to defend all three of us. Myself, and him, and her. And even then… even when I did…” I was sobbing now; I couldn’t help it.

Gabbie and I decided to tie the two ski ropes together, tie the end of one to the boat, and attach the tube to the end of the other. This way we were able to take the tube out into the waves without the fear of drifting away. Even all the out there, we could still stand, so we figured it would be fine if we let go of the tube. We would drift a little ways from it, but were always able to make it back. Suddenly, we turned around and were 20 feet from the tube, and were quickly being dragged out farther. I could still stand, so I planted my feet in the ground and tried to walk back, but the current was too strong. The sand seemed to evaporate out from underneath my feet. I was starting to panic; we were caught in the

Eventually, we put the events of the day behind us and moved on. David and Charlie had made me feel better, but I still had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it would ever completely go away. Maybe I was doomed to worry as long as I had them. Maybe it was the price I had to pay for having them both.

We slowly swam to the dock. Each paddle as quiet b as a mouse. It seemed as if it were a real mission. Ryan reached for the nearly broken ladder.

After about 45 minutes of intriguing instructions, we finally departed. I hopped into the raft as I felt the cold water seep through my water shoes. Once everyone was secured into the raft and life vests bolted on, we headed down

When I hit the water, I feel every bone in the lower half of my body snap. Blood floods out of my mouth as I descend to the bottom of the numbingly cold ocean. Looking up, I see the fire still illuminating the island, giving the water glass-like features. I hit the hard, rigid bottom of the ocean and let out my last breath. Water fills my lungs in excruciating agony and I begin to regret my actions. As I scream, more water pours into my lungs. My eyes gently

With just three weeks left in the NFL’s regular season, there are five teams with double digit wins all looking to secure home field advantage through the playoffs. There are also nine teams with sub .500 records that still have a shot at making the playoffs. Say what you will about the current playoff system, but the next three weeks should be thrilling and I am excited to see how it all plays out.

As the voices slowly disappeared, Hannah turned her back from the voices and walked away with mixed feelings. The feeling of loneliness and anger bothered her for the rest of the day.

“Let's have another little race? Let’s see who can get to the bottom first, loser has to carry up the winner’s sled and second place has to carry up his own,” explained Luke, motioning to our sleds. We both nodded in approval. We ran back up the sledding hill to get ready to speed down again.

A throat cleared, another familiar voice behind him. He turned, after catching a glimpse of Alby’s amused grin. There you were, standing a meter away with a shy smile. “I uh… wanted to let you catch up with your friends first, but I just can’t seem to stay away from you,” you whispered. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Alby pick up Lily, whispering something in her ear before she erupted into giggles and carrying her off in the opposite direction.

My oxygen levels are low, and I do not think I am going to be able to pull through to the finish. Turning at the wall, I hear my sisters and teammates cheering for me. Taking the deepest breath I can take, I push off the wall, but then, my situation gets worse. My goggles just shifted under my nose and over my mouth. This time I cannot take anymore breaths. I swim for my life. I ask myself the question while , “Will I make it to the other side?”