Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

"Emelie! Hurry!" Shelby shouted. Emelie pulled her backpack over her shoulder and ran towards her best friends.

What if you were destined to save your town, would you be heroic enough? What is a hero? Campbell’s Heroic Journey, The Hobbit, and story/ film explains. My idea of a hero is being a person who sacrifices themselves for others, and doesn't think people are less worthy than themselves. The Heroic Journey describes that anyone can be a hero, examples of that would be The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, which is a story about a group of men go on a death defying journey to save the town. The other story is How to Train Your Dragon is similar with other supernatural events. Such as dragons and bugs. Despite having similar heroes, The Hobbit had a stronger Heroic Journey because there were more obstacles.

“Could you hurry up? We have to pick up the rest of the squad.” Amber rolled her eyes and

“Allyah, stop stuffing your face, we cannot be late.” Zulie squealed as she rushed towards me.

On 20Nov16 at 1337 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 16580 Co Rd 81 for a disturbance call.

]"Shoot they're fast." Rose landed each edge carefully and quickly trying to escape her followers.

“You have to flash someone Karen, don’t chicken out on me. I’m going to find a victim for you,” As she grabbed Karen by the arm leading her away.

Your title intrigued me as I have always wanted to parasail. I enjoyed how you opened up to the reader by saying that you are afraid of heights as it makes first person even more personal. Thinking about the worst possible scenarios that could happen is a natural thing for humans to do when they feel uncertainty and I liked how it was included. I could easily picture the cityscape and the ocean with the help of your imagery. I love the part when your mood changes to liking parasailing and reflecting on this experience with no regret. Your entry shows the importance of taking opportunities on that are new and frightening. Nice work!

I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have her until she wasn’t there anymore.

Oh gods, he was gorgeous. A precious innocent, with soft, pale skin and chestnut hair that he'd attempted to cut, but would only grow back a few weeks later, covering his wide, calm eyes. I think eh would notice me in those early days, on his walks from school, I think he could feel me there. Always watching but never acting upon him. He shrugged it off as strange paranoia, but he never formerly tried to see what the exact issue was. I didn't want him to, either. He was just about fifteen, and lived in a quaint little place with his mother and little sister. I could stare at him as he slept in those small hours of the morning, watching his skin turn a shade of cerulean in the darkness of the room, and hearing that calming

I was cruising in the back of the car, we had just gotten some food from the Dairy Queen. Ponyboy and I were on our way back to the church, then we had seen a ball of smoke rolling from the church. We rushed back to the church and the church was on fire. Ponyboy and I had raced inside to go and break down the door that they were trapped behind. We both had started to save the kids that were trapped. Then after we had saved them both Ponyboy and I were trying to get out. Ponyboy got out safe but a falling ember had slammed down on me like a pile of bricks. The ember had knocked me out, then I had woken up in the back of an ambulance. They were saying that I had som third degree burns and a broken back. I was in some severe pain I could barely

Have you ever just been standing still and fallen down for no reason? Well I’m a little accident prone I don’t have troubles standing or walking but I do have a slight problem riding my bike.

“You have 1 hour until your city is swallowed with flames,” were the words that still echoed in his. While he tried to relax, all he heard were those words. The death sentence on his city. He couldn’t relax. He ate food in silence, still thinking of how he could save the city. Every solution that he had in mind still had the same flaw: Someone will die. Whether that was him or civilians. He protects the city, and that’s his job, but if he isn’t there anymore, who will save the city? He had set his watch after the message, he had spent 10 minutes thinking. He felt like this was an eternity trapped inside a single hour.

"The parade's finally over," sighs Satan before he plops down on the sidewalk next to me.

"Hey!" Viola yelled. "Get the fuck off me!" She struggled in his grip as he pulled her outside.