Snowball-Personal Narrative

POW! At what seems like 100 miles per hour it hits you! The cold snow running down your back, chills form on your arm. Then, another one! Quickly you dodge it, then grab your own and send it flying back. Wow, you think, snowball fights are extreme. This snowball fight was the best I ever had. We were throwing snowballs across the street, hitting houses and laughing as we do so.

If I was trapped in a snow globe I would play in the snow. I would try to make the best of it. Then, I would try to figure out how to get out. I would bang on the glass. Maybe if I scream the glass would break. No, that wouldn't work I can't scream loud enough. But, if I dig alot I might find a way. Seven hours later……. There is no use. I’m kinda getting hungry and I don't see any food. As I’m trying to get out I see this huge person picks up the globe and starts shaking. I hold onto the tree for dear life while he is shaking the globe. Finally he puts it down. That's the story of when I got stuck in a snow

"Wing right 127 boot pass right on one," whispered coach. I ran out to the huddle and repeated the play.

On a Tuesday night of my sophomore year, two weeks before the state tournament, we played Heritage Hills. On the mound, battling for every out, I attempted to keep the game tied. The count was two and one with two outs in the bottom of the fourth. I stepped up, wound up, and pitched the ball for the fiftieth time. Except this time the ball came flying right back towards me.

The smell of popcorn filled the spring air. I was running as fast as I could, there was no stopping me. The pitcher threw the baseball to second base as I started to race to home base. Voices of cheering and screaming of excitement filled my ears, motivating me to run faster. I stared at the catcher with confidence in my eyes, seeing his glove in the air, ready to catch the ball. He was too late, my foot touched the bag before it reached his glove. My best friend Olivia on the team ran over to me and gave me a hard high five. The rest of my team tackled me with joy. Olivia and I are the only girls on the team yet we are some of the best players they have. As we said good game to the other team, a feeling of being watched struck me. I turned my head to see a

In Amicalola falls, me and my cousin Tamara were hiking on the trail. I turned to Tamara and said,

It was early October in my 5th grade year when Mr. Uptmor came to my school. Mr. Uptmor was a teacher at Oak Grove West and he was the girl’s basketball coach. He came to Oak Grove East to talk to us about trying out for the team. I had been playing since I was little, so immediately I knew I wanted to tryout. He told us all about times, dates, and skills he thought it would be beneficial for us to have. I took a flyer and after school showed it to my mom. She told me that only practicing would help me make the team and that I should talk to my sister and ask her to help me. My sister and I practiced everyday after school up until the point of the tryout.

I was very nervous because this would be the first time I had ever played a full game on both sides of the ball. I watched the captains go out and I kept thinking to myself, please let us get the ball. We got the ball and the crowd went crazy. We received the ball and ran it to our forty yard line. The game was all one way for us through halftime as the score was eight to zero. I had not had a huge impact yet with a few blocks and a couple tackles. The final whistle of the first half blew and we headed into the locker rooms. The coach said something needed to change because the score should not be what it is at right now. We got all our stuff ready and ran back out to the sidelines. We kicked off to start the third

“Guess what!” said my mom “Levi can come over to tomorrow.” I imagined what it would be like out there. It was up to my waist. Dad did want me to go outside so I guessed I'd please him. Monday morning I woke up and ran downstairs. It was going to be awesome out in the snow. But then dad told me something that ruined my day, I would be shoveling the alley until it was clear.

My father Uriel an archangel, my mother, Elizabeth, and my brother, Castiel also an archangel. That is my family, well my real family anyways. My mother and father had never told me why they gave me up. All they would ever say is “ You are destined for great thing Jupiter. That is all you need to know” like I know what that meant. I really never fit in with my adopted family. I always looked so different from them. They still think I don't know that I am adopted but I have know since I was 13. Cas and I are twins, so we have the link that binds our .

My mom’s old car slowed to a stop as we parked. We got out of the car and walked to the entrance. As I walked through the automatic doors at Oakton Ice Arena, I looked around and saw the large sheet of ice, with boards that seemed to stretch for miles on end. The lights above showered the place with bright light, and dark black marks covered the boards, the boards were even taller than my miniscule three-year-old self, with even taller sheets of clear glass above the boards! My mom and I borrowed some rental skates from the rental station they had set up, and I slipped them on, along with my elbow and knee pads, and a bicycle helmet. I then stepped onto the ice for the first time and wobbled, then crashed onto the ice.

The title might sound a bit dramatic, but honestly most days when dressing up, I'm just trying to pick out something that'd allow me to survive the cold. I do appreciate all the snow we have here in Russia in the winter time, but enough is enough. I'm already so looking forward to the warmer days and being able to wear spring jackets and light coats, instead of 10 layers and the chunkiest sweaters.

“Autumn, autumn look, the snow ball is coming up in one month. Why Don’t you ask nate?” Miri inquires, pointing to the green flier on the bulletin board.

I hate being cold. The red and runny noses, the numb fingers, the glasses, both foggy and snowflake-laden. That being said, I love the snow. Crisp, clean sheets of white, catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snowmen, snow angels, snow ball fights. It’s hard not to revert to that childlike wonder of the season.

The Winter Classic is a once every year event that takes place every New Year’s Day. It is a special game that thee National Hockey League puts on where two teams get to play a game outside instead of the usual indoor game. The 2011 Winter Classic happened to be taking place right here in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. I as the hockey fan I am naturally wanted to go to it. I had brought up the idea of going as merely a suggestion a “Hey wouldn’t this be cool” type of thing. I was not thinking that anything would come of it just expecting it to forgotten about. Then we flash forward to Christmas morning of that year I am just about done taking in all of my presents and my mom said I have one more present left. I sat there wondering to myself what