“Can we please go, Pop-pop.” I begged. “No, we have to let your sister take a nap.” he replied. “Fine.” I said back. I stormed away thinking she is so annoying... she always gets what she wants... I want to go see them finish the marathon. My sister was sleepy, so I wouldn’t get to go to the marathon. She is doing this on purpose I thought. I sat down on the living room coach irated at Maya. Why did her being tired stop me from seeing the 2013 Boston Marathon, It was just unfair. I watched in envy at the kids handing out water, and the people cheering for their favorite runners. It wasn’t about watching it on T.V, it was about the experience. My sister was only six, so it was understandable but I really wanted to go. I left the living room and went outside. There was a hammock there where I always went to think and relax. I crawled on and started to swing. I stayed swinging for 20 minutes, but I inevitably fell asleep. I woke up an hour later, rolled off the hammock and walked inside. I asked my grandfather if Maya was awake yet. He answered by saying “No, she is still sleeping.” I answered okay and I sulkily sat on the coach. I watched the runners cross the finish line and then suddenly it seemed like the world became slow motion. I first …show more content…
An orange, white, and brown color shot across my screen. I saw the blood, and I heard the screams of the countless people who had been visibly injured. I saw what one or two people could ruin countless people's lives. I could see people being carted into the ambulance, screaming and yelling that their legs had been blown off. Then I thought a horrible thing… I could have been killed or injured too. When I had heard of things on the news they seemed almost surreal. This would never happen to me, but now something had happened, so close to me. I would have been at that place that got bombed If Maya didn’t want to take a nap. I thought about how my life could be taken in an instant and I could do nothing to stop
I have always loved sports and the competitiveness that comes along with them. In so doing, I have decided to eventually become either a high school or college coach at some point in my life. Subsequently, I decided to interview the Vilonia High School Cross Country Coach, Coach Sisson. As I walked into her office, I instantly noticed all of the trophies and team photos from all of the past years of coaching. She is also the school nurse so her office has first aid equipment intermingled into the trophies and team pictures. While I set up my notes and questions for the interview on one of the desks in her office, she was finishing up a diagnosis of one of the high school students who felt sick. After her patient left, I quickly started the interview in order to waste no time. She began with how she got involved in coaching. The Vilonia School District expressed their interest to her as being the next cross country coach several years ago. She was widely known for her passion for running and she gratefully accepted the position and has been a coach for numerous years now.
I am now officially in my Senior year of Cross Country , and am close to the end of my season. My first race of this year though was a big accomplishment for me, because I hadn`t been able to run. When I ran that race though it made me just so happy I was able to finish it, I was`nt happy with the time, but there is always time for improvement. I was glad to be racing again and being apart of the team again. I believe that my injuries were a barrier in my way, but they did not stop my sports career.
Tien Minh and I walked for a while and talked about different things until we heard a loud sound and people screaming in the distance. As we stood there, I wondered who those screams came from. Was it my mother? The other women and children working in the rice field? Out of fear, I ran back toward the village leaving Tien Minh behind. Once I neared the village, I noticed it was completely destroyed by some sort of explosion. The huts were no longer standing but rather deracinated from the ground below them and some villagers laid unconscious, or dead, while others huddled together in disbelief. Suddenly, another explosion occurred only a short distance away from me. I fell to the ground. My ears were ringing from the sound of what I then realized was a bomb. When I regained my senses, I saw that the villagers were running past me in a frantic fashion. Out of panic, I tried to run, but my entire body was covered in a thick, sticky substance that caused my skin to burn profusely. Because I couldn’t endure the pain, I stripped off my cotton shorts and tank top and began running. Fear and panic caused me to run faster, fast enough to where I caught up to Tien Minh who was a short distance ahead of me. As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure that I
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
It was a gloomy Saturday morning with thick fog covering the city like a blanket. Jack was gazing out of the window waiting for this strange fog to disappear. He made his bed, making sure everything looked perfect, the way he was taught in the marines and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and take care of his mother, father and younger brother, but something else was on his mind besides taking care of them. He really was getting worried about what had been going on lately, on tv they kept on rerunning president West’s latest speech about North Korea and their uprising on every single channel. All of a sudden like someone grab the fog and threw it to a different city it lifted in a blink of an eye and what Jack saw in the street surprised
But as a shadow flicks between buildings or a faraway window is shattered, a little voice speaks up telling you to run. It’s the awareness that, as a human being, you are no longer the apex predator- you are the prey. Now that little voice is screaming at me that something isn’t right. I should listen to it- I should really listen to it but the only thing running through my mind is that nothing will ever be right about the world now, and maybe nothing ever was. After weeks of contemplating the possibility of me being the singular survivor of an apocalypse that came too soon, the presence of this a blue-eyed boy assures me that I am not alone. The boy’s hand is clasped at the wound as I watch blood seep through his fingers and drip off his elbow onto the tiled floor. I am suddenly in awe of the events that have lead me up to this point in time; the events that have placed me here, standing on the broken glass of an abandoned convenience store’s window, pointing a gun towards a
When I began my running activities for Outdoor Education, I thought that all I had to do was just take off running as hard and fast as I could for as long as I could. I also wondered that other than safety rules, because everyone should always be safe no matter what they do, why any "rules" or "tips" were needed for running. The reason I thought this way is because humans and animals run naturally. I learned quickly that just because something may come natural may not always be easy or safe unless rules, tips, and techniques are followed.
The movie 8 Mile has always been a favorite of mine, when I watch the movie it
The moment of truth was upon me. The official times, this includes whom qualified for finals, for the 400m relay had been posted. My eyes scanned the page for the bold letters that spell ANDERSON. As I ran my finger across the page to where the times were posted, my ears began to shut out all outside noises, leaving me alone with the thump of my heart and the inhale and exhale of my lungs. Both began to increase in speed as my eyes narrowed in on the time.
I gasped inwardly at my own appearance. My once golden blonde hair was showered in a thick layer of dark ash. My sky blue shirt, covered in soot, and ash kissed my porcelain white skin. Again, ,my attention was drawn to something in the corner of my eye. This time, I determined it was movement. I looked around for any sign of what I had seen. Nothing. I saw nothing. Not a trace of what it could have be, no tracks or anything that was an indicator. I stopped near another store, somehow, it was still standing. Not completely, but the TV was surprisingly working. It was relaying more news, in its computer automated voice. The entire world had been annihilated, and not a living thing was left. Africa was completely gone, swallowed by the ocean, along with much of south america. It stopped talking, and showed footage taken by the self-automated news drones. It was a sickening sight. Where the blast had not been as bad, and did not incinerate the people where they had stood, laid their charred and broken corpses. I was brought out of my paralyzed state of horror by a noise behind
I swallowed a hard breath. My brain is dead, blank in thought. It must have been a good minute in utter silence I stood, in complete disbelief. A dark cloud seems to hang beside me as I imagine pictures of the crashing drone onto pavement. I crossed into my neighbour’s yard, with phone in hand, wishing to catch on to a signal.
My heart stopped. After a second of taking it in, I realized that I was an entire hour behind schedule. After cramming the cereal down my throat, I double and triple checked that I had all my gear, printed a map to the dojang, and headed out the door. While I was driving, my mind wandered to the kinds of things people would think of me, say to me. I had been late to a class before, but this was my first seminar; I had to have it perfect.
" I can do it… I can …" I kept repeating this line over and over again
There were houses with no roofs on them. Bed sheets were hanging off the cut out part of the window. It was all dirt floors, as far as we could tell from looking in the door way that had long beads that looked like it was the front door to the house. Chickens, goats and dogs were running all around the dirt path which was the road. I thinking in my head, what have I gotten Luke and myself into? “Where are we?” I asked Leo and Alberto. “We are at Alberto’s house. This is where he lives.” My heart was beating so fast. It looked like this house should be abandon from anyone. My hands got really sweaty and my nerves started to kick in. My stomach started to turn like I had eaten bad chicken the night before. “We will be ok,” I kept telling myself over and over again. Luke had his head down looking like he was praying God to save us. Leo looked back at us and smiled. “Do you want to go inside and see his house?” Luke replied “No, I think we are fine. We should get going.” Leo looked at Luke with a puzzled look on his face and turned back around. Luke turned his head at me and shook his head. I put my head down and had a tear stream down my left cheek. I never realized what could have happen to Luke and I and how much danger we could have been
...y grandma’s bed was in the center and my bed was next to her. My grandma sets the mood for the story. She starts to tell a story and we all listen to her with adding our expressions to it. She puts her gentle hand on my forehead and massages my forehead. Grandma’s stories went on along with the night, but I was never able to know the end of the story because the serene surroundings along with grandma’s tranquil massage takes a moment for me to fall asleep.