Creative Writing: Pull-Up

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I decide that I have done enough pull-ups for today and start walking towards the track. Once I finally get there I realize I forgot my water bottle. Uhhh, this means I have to go back to my room to get my water bottle. Eventually, I get over my exhaustion and start heading back to my room. Hmmm, where did I put it? I throw all of my belongings onto the floor, trying to find my water bottle. There it is! I toss all of my stuff back into my duffel bag and stand up to head back to the track course. Ring, ring, ring! I hear the room phone chirping. I walk over to it in curiosity and find out that it is my sister, Diana, calling. I pick up. “Hello, this is Laura.” I say sounding like a waitress at a restaurant. “Hi Laura, it’s me, Diana!” she …show more content…

More Japan fighter planes fly by, I can’t keep track anymore, but there must be at least 150 by now. The planes are still circling around the navy base, but no attacks yet, I guess they’re collecting all the planes before they attack. I glance down at my clock, still frozen, I read: 7:42 A.M. I am pacing in circles like a dog, waiting for the bombing to start. I hope that I can be some help in this whole fiasco. Three minutes later, the first bomb hits on the other side of the base. My ears ring, between the bomb and the screaming of all of the people, the noise level is outrageous. I start running at full speed towards the other side of the base; although I am terrified of what could go wrong, I am determined to get to the wounded soldiers. Once I finally get to the injured I glance down in depression. There are hundreds of soldiers I can already tell are dead from the impact of the bomb. I feel a stream of wet drops running down my face, I can’t bear to see this many people dead, they are lifeless, because of me! I could have saved them, but now, they have suffered, and their families will do the same, because they just lost a loved family member. And it is all my …show more content…

I have been holding on this whole time. I could have died when the bomb hit, but I didn't, because I was holding on. But I don't need to any longer. I considered my two choices. I could have Diana save me and bring me to a hospital, where I will be in pain because of the shrapnel, where Diana, Macy, Anna, and Matthew will watch me suffer, and I will die anyway, and they will still be holding on, hoping I will not die, and they will be in so much pain watching me die. Or, my other choice is to just let go, only Diana will see me die, and we will all be in less

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