I tried to run, but it was too dark out. The creature had bright yellow eyes, it was getting bigger and bigger, closer and closer. Soon it became clear to me what this thing really was. But then something else hit me… This summer, my sister and I flew to Denver, Colorado for a wedding of a close friend of ours that we were both a part of. For about a week, I stayed at my aunt’s house and went on all sorts of fun adventures with my cousins and friends. The first day that we were there, my aunt took her son Alex, my sister Christina, and I to walk some trails where there was a huge lake thanks to tons of downpours from the week before. Hiking the trails didn’t go so well because almost all of the trails were submerged beneath rain water. Since …show more content…
The area was pretty much closed; however we figured we could get away with staying past closing time for a little while longer. Thanks to a few people, we eventually got kicked out of there because of the little racket they had caused. It was already getting dark outside and the weather started getting a little chilly so my friend decided we could warm up by running around the area a little around the long rows of rock seats. We had raced a few times and began getting worn out. By the time it was over, our group was getting ready to leave the amphitheatre and everyone was heading towards the cars but then one of the girls that was with our group decided she wanted to have some fun too and asked me if I wanted to race to our car and grab our jackets. I agreed thinking why not, but little did I know what was about to happen. So we dashed towards the parking lot zooming past the group ahead of us running downhill. As we neared toward the car, my stupid self thought I could speed up and run as fast as my legs would possibly carry me and impress her showing how fast I could really run. I outran her but didn’t nearly make it to the car until I lost balance tripping over my flip flops and flung myself tumbling forward like a huge bowling ball doing a few flips and then sliding a little
Mrs. Kelly is a 42-year-old female here today complaining of a lump in her left armpit.
I was feeling really good in this mud. My new bike was cornering perfect and hooked up so well. I was flying by guys! Half of the guys in the practice raced open class and were on 450s. I raced the lites class on a 250. You could tell if you passed a 450 just by the deep thumping sound that they made. After passing 15 to 20 guys I got really squirrely in the whoops. Almost losing it and going down, a couple guys closed up the gap I had between us. I proceeded riding not letting up a bit. Coming around the first corner on my last lap, I passed a rider on a 450. On the exit of the corner my front tire cross rutted and I slid out. In my mind I had to get up very quickly. I jumped up, grabbed my handle bars. I had my bike up and was about to hop on. All of the sudden I am on the ground and there is the guy I just passed going over the bars after hitting me. I tried to get up but I couldn’t. Trying and trying my legs were not cooperating. Bikes were flying around me. I finally crawled off the track not getting any yellow flags from the track officials. Finally, one of the track guys came over to me. I was very angry at the time. He asked me, “Are you okay?” I responded in a shout, “Do I look okay? I just crawled off the track with 20
Me, Donna, my daughter, Gina, and her friend, Jenny got stranded in the middle of one of the most dangerous places in the world. There was nothing even remotely green, the place was a desert, and it had an area of 3 million acres. We were going to drive to a landmark but we must have taken a wrong turn once we hit the mountains, I tried the GPS but that got us more lost. Then our supplies including gas ran out and we have been walking ever since.
40-30, first serve, match point. As the ball reaches the apex of its trajectory, the muscles in my legs uncoil as I spring up from a crouched position to meet the ball with one fluid motion. The contact feels solid, and I watch as the magnus effect curves the fuzzy yellow ball towards the T. As my opponent reaches futilely towards the perfectly placed serve, I am rushed with excitement and happiness. And then it faded. I was now in the dark, listening to the harsh beep of the alarm clock, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, grasping for the ephemeral feeling of euphoria.
This isn’t an ordinary romantic story. This is a little different. It all started when my family moved to a small town called Mystic Fall. There we lived in a nice house with a big backyard. I loved it, the house was so simple and had a big porch for all of us to enjoy the nature. Life was amazing until college started and I had to back to college. Although it still wasn’t that bad, since I lived near I always drove home when my classes finished. The town folks were welcoming, they walked around with big smiles and waved at us when we passed by. This town wasn’t like any other place I’ve been to, their towns would be filled with gangs and murders and rape. But this town was clean. I didn’t see any violence here at all, although right in the middle of the town there was a huge fortified mansion with a lot of people in suits and a lot of people were armed. This mansion was magnificent, it was painted white with balconies and had a colorful yard with a big black gate.
On your marks get set go! As soon as I heard the ringing of the starting gun I took off, I could hear the wind whip around me as my arms and legs cut through the air. It was my first track meet and I had started it off great, I was in first place and no one could stop me. No one or nothing could stop me, that was the mindset that I had, but later in the race I would soon realize that I was wrong. While I was running I felt my pants slip and when I looked down, my shorts had fallen. At the moment I stopped running and I faced the crowd, I was so embarrassed and all I wanted to do was runaway. I thought about giving up and getting off the track but instead I pulled up my pants and I continued to run. I held unto my pants while I raced to the finish line and I succeeded and still got first place. My only mistake was when I reached the finish line I let go of my shorts and then they fell again.
When we all arrived at the track, we lined up where coach told us to. “Ready, set” My heart started pounding really hard. “Go!”. And I ran as fast as I could. Off course I was the slowest. Well after the mile, we had a water break. And after the water the water the water break, we did some activities with a partner. Those activities were fun because my partner was an eighth grader who was shortest than me in height. After those activities we played sharks and
As they turned around and looked their faces dropped. There was one side of me telling myself to run and the other somehow wanting me to get closer. Billy told us we should go over and check while William and Oscar wanted to run. We all decided to walk over slowly in case it's some creature thing that could be a threat to our world. When we finally got to it, in the middle there was a family with two adults and one young boy.
In the small town Elizabeth, Missouri with weather changing every day, it seemed like a normal day for jersey starting with dreary and gray skies but ended up that day alone, not knowing whether her family made it out of the storm.
I ran outside to the backyard and I had been jumping for no more than 10 or 15 minutes. I had just taught myself how to do a front flip on the trampoline the day before. I decided to try it out again. I jumped up so high I was soaring above the clouds. I was just about to do my front flip when I realized I was jumping to high, so to stop myself I put my arms straight out in front of me. That was a bad idea…
Defeated. Dark. Doomed. Before April 11, 2016 . . . that is how I would have described myself to you in three simple words. You might wonder how or why I pinpoint this explanation to one specific date, and I will do my best to walk you through my journey of who I was up to that day.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
It was two days before the track meet. The fastest kid on our relay team got hurt and we had a backup in his place. The backup that was put in, was new to middle school track and that eventually would show in the track meet. There was one last practice before the track meet and I wasn't going to be there.
It was a warm sunny day in Tucson, Arizona, day three of our summer vacation. Me, my dad, my step-mom, and my sister had planned a hiking trip to Sabino Canyon. My dad and step-mom loved the outdoors and were very experienced with hiking, but however, my step-mom has horrendous Rheumatoid arthritis. Unlike me, my sister kept to herself and is not very fond of hikes nor is she big into nature. Once we got there, I unloaded my backpack out of the car and the rest of my family did the same. Our planned destination were the Seven Falls which was originally planned to only be about a four mile hike all around trip. However, we shorty figured out it was eight miles in total, but we were up for the challenge.
One decision. One mistake. That’s when it started. It was November of 2009. The day started normal. I got up and proceeded to get ready for another Friday of 3rd grade. The school day was well and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I came home and got my dance things ready. I went to the kitchen and had a snack while watching Disney. Later that day, I got ready for dance and soon my friend Mackenzie came over, we then set off.