The Tiger-Personal Narrative

570 Words2 Pages

It was like a hungry tiger, with a roar that shook the sky, waiting to devour me. In and out, it came lashing, slowly growing impatient. I was in Hawaii, land of the warm beaches and beautiful rainbows. But I wasn’t enjoying it. “Come play!” my younger sister whined for what seemed like the billionth time. “No thanks,”I shook my head. I want to, I really do… I thought. But I couldn’t risk it. My sister simply continued pouting. “What’s wrong?,” my mom asked, after my sister had gone to the ocean with my dad. She looked confused. “I’m not sure,” I answered, rocking back and forth with my knees hugged to my chest. What is wrong with me?, I wondered. Back at home, I was never hesitant to plunge into the pool. But the ocean seemed different. Wild, even. My train of thought was interrupted by more whining. “Please, please, please, come play with me!” “I already told you, I can’t,” I replied, looking down at my toes, which were covered with the warm sand. That wasn’t necessarily true. I did want to have some fun with her. But her idea of fun was in the waves, playing with the tiger. I was, and always have been the scaredy-cat of the family, and I wasn’t just about to abandon my post. …show more content…

My hands began to sweat, and the steady thump of my heart seemed to speed up. I was scared, but I hid my fright under my fury. I turned my back to the ocean. “You should at least have ask-” I stopped my sentence midway. Hearing a whooshing sound, I turned back around, and came face-to-face with wall of water, looming over me. I felt beads of sweat form on my face, and I felt my heart beating in my chest, about to burst open through my ribs. Churning and frothing, the wave seemed to pause for a second. But then, it let gravity take over, and it fell, onto me, thrusting me onto the

Open Document