Personal Narrative-Ventucky Swim

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

The sun began to creep up behind the towering pine trees as I sip on my torrid coffee. I glance at my watch which reads 5:45 am, I gather my tackle box that's overflows with hooks and line and stick in underneath the damp boat seat. The water glistens in the morning sunlight, I aboard the scent of pine needles which is always prominent the crisp air of Northern Wisconsin.

There are millions of people in the military and I have always been fascinated by the concept of it. The interesting part was never the war, they were intriguing, but there is too much death involved. I am fascinated by the concept of being a part of something bigger than you in addition to being one big family fighting for the same thing. I believe it all started with the two thousand one movie Pearl Harbor, no matter what they were facing in their personal life they all worked together. I never really knew anyone involved in the military, but that all changed when my oldest brother joined The United States Air Force.

I am known to be extremely clumsy. With that, it’s expected that I often end up in awkward situations. In the past I have called numerous teachers “Mom,” fallen down while walking up stairs, almost fallen off a cliff; and it can be assured there were many more instances where my embarrassing clumsiness had led me into awkward, sometimes life threatening, situations. One moment that stands out in particular takes place in every marine animal welfare activists’ “favorite” place, Sea World.

Jack Foster was a dreamer. He liked searching the shelves in the local bookstore, exchanging a brief smile with the old man behind the counter from time to time. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes as he sat down by an old oak tree and began reading. He valued the kind of simplicity offered by fictional worlds. The black words scribbled across the page had the power to transport him anywhere. He could be anything — a struggling doctor, a secret agent, a tyrant king in a far off land —and for a few moments every day, Jack forgot about the dreaded letter he had received a few weeks ago. He had been working overtime at Wilson's Market, stocking the shelves and admiring the beautiful brunette behind cash register three. His heart pounds against

I have been a sister all of my life, from when I walked my first steps, to when I drove for a car the first time. When those things happened, my brothers were there. They were there to help me up when I fell down, they were there to scream in the back seats while I drove them for the first time. But they didn’t always help me, they didn’t always care if I fell down, they wanted me to get up on my own. They would even push me down, to see if I could get back up. But I now realize, all those times they pushed me, pulled me, and shoved me down, I became the person I am today. I am able to defend myself, I am able to stand up for what I believe in (because of all the arguments), and I am able get back up, when everyone else is down.

Tonight’s towering rain drowned out the footsteps. Those rushed, stumbling footsteps that resemble the agility of a drunken soccer mom on a rough night. I’ve grown to love them throughout the years really, and was almost disappointed in the weather taking that away from me. No matter, professionally speaking it helped the whole ordeal go smoothly along. It’s honestly a rare treat to get off this easily, most of the time I have to get others involved and it’s all just a mess the officers gotta clean up in the morning. No one wants that, do they? So generally, the rain was a blessing in this jumble of sin.

A/N: much apologies for not updating much sooner as you've heard I'm such a lazy as and haven't done anything since summer started. But in my defense I was at camp so is that enough excuse? Ha Ha probably not.

Your freshman year of college is supposed to be fun and exciting but for me it was exactly the opposite. I didn’t understand my classes and even my cozy dorm room felt uncomfortable. I was doing everything I could to stay afloat until finally I began to drown. After struggling through the year I made one of the greatest decisions of my life, I moved home.

I am watching the Rio Olympics freestyle finals for women. My eyes are glued to the screen, and I can not seem to take them off. Of who? I do not know, but she is way ahead of the others. I wait until the race is over, and she wins. But, who is she?

The Black Keys play in the background, and damn if I don’t see Caleb plain as day. “These Days” is one of my favorite Black Keys songs, and I ride my high as they sing softly over smooth instrumentation. I can see Caleb screaming, but I can’t hear him over the music. I take another hit of my cigarette, lay my head back against the wall, and close my eyes.

One day my friends and i decided to go to the Y. At the y we played basketball for a couple of hours. We also met up with a couple other friends there and played a five on five game of basketball. After playing basketball we went in the back room and played a couple games of two hand touch football. Afterwards we just threw the football and kicked the soccer ball around for a while. When we finished in the gym we went to the locker room. In the locker room we changed into our swim shorts. Then we headed into the pool room. The lifeguard told us we couldn’t swim yet because the dive team was having a competition. So we went up into the bleachers to sit and wait. After about twenty minutes the competition ended.

Sitting on the edge of the Olympic sized pool, I stretched my legs and my shoulder blades. The timer struck 1 minute, and my swim team started to chant, “Rudy, Rudy, Rudy!” sa to begin the 200 meter relay, I took my place on the slanted starting board. The other swimmers, loosening up and fixing their posture, took their places on the starting positions. When the timer stuck 0, the official blew the air horn, and the swimmers dove as quick as silver into the pool. Entering the pool, I kept the streamline position for as long as possible. Then, after reaching 50 meters, I sliced the water smoothly. Reaching the end of the 100 meters, I waited for my partner to dive in for the next 100 meters, and then I climbed out of the pool. A burst of excitement

I’m sitting in my grandma’s cluttered, homey apartment. Grandma’s hair is so grey that it was practically white. Her shaking, wrinkled hands passed me the invitation. I don’t know why I said yes, I have a basketball tournament that day and a test to study for. But she is my Grandma so I should be with her while she turns 86.

Her mouth fell open as I levitated and just as quickly as I rose I collapsed on the sandy beach.