Personal Narrative: She Served An Oily

My grandpa and I start up to our new hunting spot hoping for a successful evening. I'm beginning to feel the pressure of not getting a deer. We get to our new hunting spot and set up and get ready for the evening. About a half hour into the hunt I hear a noise from the brush in front of us. My grandpa and I focus on the spot where we heard the noise and out comes two deer. I start to feel nervous and get really anxious. My grandpa pats me on the shoulder and tells me “it will be ok just take your time and aim right behind the shoulder.” I decided to let them come closer before I make the decision whether I will shoot one of them or not. About five minutes later they get within fifty yards of our hunting blind and I decide to take aim on the biggest deer in the group. I looked through the scope and got focused in on the deer and then pulled the trigger. The gun went off and my grandpa and I both looked up as fast as we can to see whether I hit the deer or not. As we looked up I saw the deer laying there my eyes lit up with joy and excitement. I yelled for my grandpa and he gave me a big hug and we both felt the pressure of not getting a deer being lifted off of our shoulders. But now that the deer is dead the hard work starts. We walk up to the deer to make sure it's completely dead and it was. We get out our knives and start to gut the deer so that he will not sit and rot. Once we

I had killed him. I pulled his limp body into my arms in the midst of the strong, pulsing rain. Throwing my body over his, I tried to protect him from the violently slashing rain. Hardly remembering anything after Doodle’s death, weeks passed; I was numb. I had no emotion; felt nothing, and until school started, I couldn’t tell just how much time had passed. When I started school, the rumors were flying around like bats from an attic. I could almost fell the acquisitions of me killing Doodle, cutting deep into me from all angles. Going home at night, I would cry after hearing these awful things, however; mama and papa weren’t sympathetic either, for they seemed to hate me more than anyone at school. Because I didn’t want to go to school or home, I decided to run away. It sounded like the best option of all. I was going to run away on Monday, before school. I only packed two outfits and a pair of thick wool socks. While packing, I packed a small supply of food, using incredible caution to avoid things that could possibly spoil. In fear of being caught by mama and papa, I threw my bag together quickly. Stashing it in the dust covered coffin, which was meant for baby Doodle, I ran back to the house and stayed in my room until mama said supper was ready. I ate today, knowing it would be one of my last hot meals for a while. Moma made a ham so pink it looked like a piglets skin and biscuits so rich they were like a delicious dessert. We had our meal in

The third Saturday of November was one filled with conflicting emotions: excitement, fear, optimism, and nervousness. The screeching sound of the alarm at 4:00 a.m. initiated a sense of panic and thrill throughout me; it was the opening day of the gun deer hunting season. Within minutes, I was dressed from head to toe in bright, blaze orange that could be recognized from miles away. I reluctantly, yet willingly, climbed into the truck to head to the hunting land in Adams County, Wisconsin. My stomach felt like it was tied into knots. My mind was again flooded with conflicting emotions. I began to wonder: will I get a deer? Will I not get a deer? Will I get a buck?

It was a cold, gloomy, desolated December morning, when I woke up. I woke up in a shelter that was pre-built by my father and I a couple of days before. We would always hunt around this time of the year in this area for the past couple of years. I was already used the coldness and hunger but this year it was different, my dad decided that I should try hunting alone to see what I have learned. I was safe of course, I had a GPS tracker on me so if I got lost my father could find me. I looked at the time and it was 4 in the morning, I was hungry and knew I had was running low on food so I had to fine a buck in order to replenish my hunger. For the past couple of days I hadn’t be able to find anything, and I couldn’t go home unless I had bagged

When our bus pulled up we hurried onto it. I didn’t exactly know what we were doing, but I was still excited because it was something new that I haven’t done before. The bus was soon full of people eager to go to the excursion. When our bus pulled off the highway to a small gravel parkway next to a river I wasn’t sure what to expect. There was a lady that met us as we got off the bus and led us toward a small shack and what looked like a meeting hall. She explained that the small shack, which was only about ten feet by ten feet on the sides, had housed four men for part of a winter when they were hunting and got lost. We passed by a cage, however I didn’t see any animals. The lady led us inside the bigger building to where a man was waiting. They served us hot chocolate and donuts before they began talking. After everyone had refreshments they began to explain that a lot of people in Alaska, especially in the backcountry, still had to hunt for every meal. They would go out for long periods at a time to get food to support their family because the nearest grocery store would be miles and miles away. They then spoke about the native wildlife of Alaska and showed us pelts of animals that they had killed or found. We were allowed to buy the pelts, though I would rather save my money for something else. After that we were escorted outside to the big enclosure. I now saw that there were two reindeer roaming around. We were given food to feed them with and when I

To start with, I am an 8th grade student at Hillsborough Middle School in New Jersey. I have read She Went to War which was one of the most amazing book I have read. I have read the whole book for my literacy class for independent reading. I had amazing summaries to write about because it is a good book. I wanted to be in the army like you, but I decided not to. I decided I want to be a gym teacher or just a regular teacher instead, but I admire you for fighting for our country. In conclusion, I have read She Went to War and it was an amazing book. I really liked the book. Many parts were funny and others were sad. I enjoyed your book.

I woke up that morning and started to bounce off the walls. The excitement of my first ever hunting trip had overwhelmed me. I got dressed and went downstairs to find my mom making pancakes and bacon. After the delicious breakfast I waited outside for my cousins to pick me up. As they pulled up in front of my house I ran to the car and hopped in. The ride took about four hours, and by the third hour we lost cell service. Nearing the trailer, we drove through a fenced in building in the middle of nowhere, which I eventually learned was a prison. We had now just entered Cameron County, and the miles of never ending woods surrounding it were filled with elk, wild turkeys, and deer.

I actually just moved here from Country Club Hills, IL about 7 months ago and my birthday is March 15. My wife and kids came in February of this year.

I whined and went downstairs as my 10-year-old cousin, Caitlin, followed me. My big brother and sister were already to go, and were waiting for me. I went to gather all my belongings and went to put my old and worn out shoes on. I walked down the hallway, into the garage, where I picked up a foul smell of gasoline. I got my shoes and put them on, with my little cousin, Caitlin, still following me. On my way out, I picked up a piece of chocolate, and ate it while chugging down a cup of milk as well.

It was a somewhat normal day as it started the constant birds chirping, the smell of pie that the Neighbors cooked, and the taste of morning breakfast. My younger brother Bon and I were off the school that morning. We don’t go to a normal school due to the war. We went to a knight school where they taught us how to use weapons. But what we didn’t know is that day would be the worst day of our lives. While we were gone our mother had been cleaning up the house, the house was hollow wood with no door and one window. It smelled like a farm and looked like a barn.

By this time it was about 4:30 PM and the sun began to set my dad told me in a whisper “the deer are about to be moving so stay alert.” Suddenly there it was the crackling of the leaves I thought for sure that it was deer, it was getting closer. I slowly turned my head only to realize the noises I heard were the sounds of a squirrel

My mom by some miracle had let me out despite the oncoming blizzard. I stepped out of the cab and ran from the cold into the kitchen through the back porch. I was met with a ginormous hug and excitement that matched my own “Happy early birthday dude!” She yelled. I chuckled and turned towards the basement. No object or person there didn't have a story,begging to be told.The lights twinkled and the colors popped, it was a place of magic that no words could do justice.. I breathed in the comforting smell of burning incense, and eyed the liquor on the desk.As she locked the door behind us I felt a bit uneasy but I shrugged off the feeling and sat down next to her as she poured a shot. She popped in my favorite movie and I smiled she just knew me so well. 30 minutes in sadness hit me like a freight train at full speed. It was an uncontrollable, overwhelming feeling and I suddenly felt very….desperate. I reached over and downed the shot she noticed chuckled and kept on pouring me more, she wouldn't stop pouring me more, like an animal she could sense my fear, my desperation and my self doubt. My inner demons surfaced and whispered in my ear with each shot she shoved down my throat. You're worthless.shot No loves you .shot.You will die alone.shot.youre a failure.shot. As the cold liquid , left a burning sensation as it ran down my throat, I tried to stop but it was already too late. I was numb.

I gave a sighed and dropped my pencil. My mind was too shrouded with thoughts. Concentrate, I told myself, but then my thoughts drifted to my dad, my real dad. I remembered exactly the way he moved. He clumped with a weighty step. I recalled the way he smelt, leather and tobacco. His voice was, low-pitched and raspy. A voice that haunted me now, the voice that yelled, cursed. Today it seemed like a piece of his dad had awoken inside of me, after the fight with Jack. My DNA was laced with my dad's temperament, his inclination toward violence. Even though he was removed from my life, his influence seemed inescapable.

Ingrained within the roots of my family’s history is the tradition of hunting. Quite often fathers in our family took their sons hunting with them for wild animals such as boar and deer. So, with no hesitation my father took me hunting with him. As was the tradition he was brought up in, that day would later set the mold for how I carried myself as a person to this very day. After our return from the hunting trip I had fulfilled my duty and lived up to the tradition of the hunt. I had developed an understanding of the preciousness of life. I have now realized as a maturing adult that this concept is something that is so rarely taught to children and illustrating that the gift of life is something that so many people in this modern time fail to understand.

We hadn’t spoke to each other in a while, so I leaned over and told my dad, “I wonder where all the deer are.” He looked at me kinda funny, and before he could answer a big walnut dropped from above us, and wasn't even a foot away from hitting us. We looked up, and realized we had positioned our stand in a walnut tree, so we just ignored the walnut because it probably just fell because of the wind. After awhile, another walnut fell! So we looked up, and we saw that sinister squirrel! He was dropping walnuts on us on purpose! We watched him as he chewed off the walnuts carefully and precisely dropped them on his target. It was legitimately scary! My Dad got hit in the head, I got hit on my shoulder, but aside from that, no major injuries occurred. I was not going to let a squirrel get in my