Personal Narrative-Sea World

Upon stepping in the boat, they handed us blue ponchos. The floor was metal, with thin, almond-shaped bumps on them, forming many little crosses. There were some rooms where you could watch through the windows and not get wet. Thinking that was pretty boring, I chose staying outside, where blue chairs lined the walls of the rooms inside. I chose a seat on the starboard side, quite close to the metal railings that bordered the walls of the boat. My little sister sat next to me, her smiling face bursting with excitement. I felt a little jerk, and the boat started moving and the thundering falls grew closer. Though I was warned not to stand up, I got excited and rushed out of my seat, eager to see the falls. My hands grabbed the railings as I watched the roaring waters go around in a horseshoe shape. After a while. the sky darkened, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, winds whipped up, and it started pouring. I started to regret staying outside and started slowly making my back to my seat. The boat lurched to the starboard side, and I slid back to the railing. My sister, the only other person nearby, screamed as she jerked forward, her seatbelt stopping her from flying into the water. I slowly got up but the boat lurched to the other side and I went flying forward, my head hitting a chair. Clutching my head, my vision dimmed and I went flying towards the railing again. Horrified, I suddenly realized that I missed the metal bar entirely and was actually hurtling towards the water. On impact, my body instinctively curled into a ball. I fought to reach the surface, but the water from the falls was pushing me down. When my head last broke the surface, I saw many more people in the place where I fell out. They were probably the people from the inside, who saw me tumbling out of the boat. The freezing water made it hard to think and hard to move. After around what I thought was

Sea or Xavier? That was the question that I was losing sleep over in eighth grade. At the time, it was the biggest decision of my life, the decision that would decide not only my home for the next four years, but the future. Thinking back, I wasn’t simply deciding between two schools. St. Joseph by the Sea High School was only a couple minutes from my house and all my friends were planning on attending. I knew that I would be happy at Sea as it was the comfortable option. Xavier, on the other hand, was very different. Xavier is in Manhattan, a whole new world for a young boy from Staten Island. I would be the only student from my elementary school attending and I knew that the curriculum would be much more rigorous. Xavier was in no way, the

At the end of the day Reef got into Franks truck and head off to the rehab center to say goodbye to Leeza. Leeza hadn’t been the first one Reef had to say goodbye to, Alex left the home to go be with his parents, Scar off to university with the scholar ship she received after graduating high school, Reef had been proud of Scar, she was smarter than the others and proved it,

Gloria Steinem once said, “Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities.” Imagination and dreams can make anything possible, including me becoming a marine biologist. Ever since I was five years old, i have dreamed of becoming a marine biologist. My dad, stepmom, and me took a trip to Orlando, Florida and I was terrified of what was to come. I didn't know it had the time, but now I realize that this one experience has shaped me into who I am and what I love.

One sunny day an eighteen year old girl was enjoying the view from the docks at Oxnard, CA when she slipped and fell into the ocean. Thankfully no one had noticed what happened and she slowly made her way to the beach underneath the docks. When Oceania finally made it to the shore she was so tired that she passed out from exhaustion. When she woke up an hour later Oceania started to get up only to discover that instead of legs she had a fishtail. As she was trying to get clear of the water, she was discovered by the owner of Seaworld. As soon as he spotted her, he quickly called his crew up and they caught and transported her to Seaworld. Once there they placed her in with the dolphins and told her what to do for a performance with the dolphins.

Our refreshing day at the lake was now a day of oppressing heat. Despite the more than warm weather, I had not exercised at all that day. In an attempt to get in a little of the daily exercise recommended by my soccer coach, I swam to the neighboring buoy. The buoy was about 50 feet away from the boat dock. The swim was not far, but it was far enough to make me breathe hard. It also made Katrina, Madison, Lauren, and Olivia, who had followed, breathe hard. Behind them, closing in on the buoy, were my mom and two younger brothers slowly paddling on their floats. About 6 feet from our destination we drifted upon a shoal. The shoal was rocky, muddy, and algae-ridden. When the filthy red and green mixture of algae and mud squished between my toes I cringed and refused to lower my legs

I never could have thought in a million years something this petrifying could happen to me. My favorite place in the whole world, Hilton Head Island, South Carolina, turned into one full of sorrow. As I dove to catch the fluorescent green tennis ball, hot white sand flew up onto my body. My dad, wearing his favorite floral swim trunks, responded with a typical, “Nice catch, Zako!” I began to lift myself off the beach floor and dust off the sand, when suddenly I noticed something peculiar floating in the elusive blue water. The object appeared to be a body. In a split second I realized what I was fixed upon. “Wait, it’s Grandpap!,” I shouted. The words fell out of my mouth in slow motion. That split second I first saw him felt like an eternity.

It was around christmas time and my dad had decide he wanted to take a vacation, so we decided on florida and he wanted to got to Miami and I wanted to go to Sarasota. We invited my sister her boyfriend and they brought my nephew along. We all piled into my sister's car which was on a Nissan maxima so it was a very tight fit. Everyone would drive in three hour intervals and on the second day around noon we would see where we were.

I woke up on the shifting sand of the beach.I begin my day by gathering the firewood then I make my pallet and then I go to the fishing hole for my breakfast I was planning to eat a salmon or a langosta.I dive in with my spear and I hear Timothy's voice in my head saying "Phillip, there will be good luck for yourself today." I feel something wrap around my arm and squeezed tight.As fast as I can I swim up as soon as I get to the top I hear "I told you I was stronger than this island," It was Timothy.I was so confused and happy at the same time.I ask "I thought you died from the hurricane."Well, the man from above gave me another chance." To take care of me! We hear a sound almost like a airplane, then we both run to the signal fire to start

I’ve never really been too fond of the beach in thought, however, when actually there, and experiencing it with my friends, it’s an entirely different story. It was an unexpected call from my one friend Jarec who told me something along the lines of, “Me and Jandro are going to the beach this weekend wanna come?”, to which I replied with a rather uninterested, “yes”, little did I know however, that going to the beach with my friends was going to be a riptide of fun and adventure.

So there I was, looking down at the murky green water. Next to me was my friend Josh. We looked at eachother for a bit, then decided to just go for it. Besides, I need some stories for my grandchildren someday right? We backed up to the other side of the massive rock, looked at eachother one more time, clicked on my Go Pro in my left hand, then, we took off in a dead sprint.

I grew up in a small city in Connecticut named Waterbury, or commonly known as the “Dirty Waters”. I’m not entirely sure why people call it that but I do know of the local myth that if you drink from the fountain downtown, you will never live in another city. So naturally, I avoided it like the plague. And I it worked. Although I can’t say the same for my family as they are on the 3rd generation born there.

During the swim season of my sophomore year, we had a meet in American against Moreau Catholic High School. I had finished my allotted two events, and was walking back to the locker room to change into my clothes and get ready to go home. As I was walking with my friend, we heard commotion of a missing person for the last event and varsity. I brushed it off as an upperclassmen problem and continued to change. As I was about to leave campus, the coach ran up to me and asked what my 100 meter freestyle time was. As I was about to answer, he said that it doesn’t matter and he wants me to run back and change because the event is starting in a minute. I changed and the buzzer rang as I was taking off my pants. I ran into the pool and started swimming anyway. Our relay team got first in that event.

Oh of course she continued to wear her most affable face, but the thick, heavy ball of nausea in her stomach refused to budge. Avalyn's veiled threats had struck far more tender flesh than the mermaid could have guessed: perhaps not exactly the fleeting, fiery jealousy of a would-be lover as the mermaid imagined, but something far more primal, and infinitely more vital. Yet Imogen's mettle had been forged on a far crueler crucible than a mermaid's taunts - it didn't matter what she felt on the inside, and hadn't for years. She watched the three - Gregory, Avalyn and Eislan - head into the barn for just a moment, giving Avalyn a playful wink and a pursed-lipped kiss across the distance, without so much as a hint of her hurt to mar the cocksure facade.

It was a long time ago. I was hoping it would never have happened again. I should have when we went into the water. It was as big as the submarine that we were in. It was probably even bigger then our submarine.Gulp is the sound my throat made when I swallowed my water. I was really thirsty from the night. I do not know why yet but it got super hot in my little cubie. I fell off my bed with a loud thud. That is what awoke me. That is when it happened I realized that the ship was sinking. That is when I knew there was no hope for me. I gave up with hope that someday someone will carry on my legacy with catching the beast.