Personal Narrative: A Fast Runner By Thorstein Eriksson

It was just 5:30 A.M. in the morning of a frosty day, I was forcing myself out of bed for a distinguished day ahead of me. I threw on my beloved exercising attires and set out of the house and into the foggy world, questioning myself why I run.

It was going to be the most serious journey ever. One cold weekend in fall the three best friends decided to go on a journey. There was Nick the smartest person known to live at West Point middle school. The most cocky kid in school AJ he 's the one you want on your team if u want to win and trust me if he doesn 't win you want to stay away from him. The one that was known as the runt was Landon but he was just a little small for is age but with these three friends they could do anything and everything.

The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.

Do you ever find yourself wondering if there is any hope for harmony in the world? With the current events happening, who wouldn’t? A few people may believe there is no faith for kinship whatsoever because of war, poverty and hunger. However, there is in fact hope that we can change those appalling situations and vanish them.

A chilling scream filled the house. The kind of scream that makes everything stop and drains the blood from your face. The sound of little feet ran to the bottom of the stairs. Scenarios began to flow through my mind, I thought of the worst possible things all in a matter of seconds; is he hurt, did he break something, did he lose a limb! He shouted as loud as he could under the tears, “Loly Loly Loly I need help!”. I frantically lept out of bed and began to run. My heart was beating as if it were to squeeze all of the beats I had left in me into 10 seconds. I raced down the stairs like there was a blistering fire behind me to tend to my sobbing nine year old brother. He lifted his arm to show me why he was so upset and as he picked it up, his elbow bent in ways that yoga instructors can’t. I went to feel if it was swollen. His elbow felt like a stress ball and looked like a freshly inflated hot air balloon. I was petrified. My chest felt empty, the air had left my body the same way a sprinter leaves start line. I knew it was a break.

The Marauder run is really fun. We got to run on the football field. We ran to the 50 yard line then we ran to the side lines . I watched the whole game, Marcus won by a lot. I was at the game with my dad. I had a few snacks but not a lot of them. After the game I went to go eat. Before the game i did homework. My day was really fun.The Marauder run was on October,8,2015

I actually asked quite a bit of people to register before I could really get five to truly go through the process. I asked people named David Lara, Blake Gaughan, Tarrin Fair, Garret Dart, Katie O’Hanlon, Nolan Kirk, Brad Summers, Jacob Bone, Luke Million, Lyndsey Thurston, Mary Thomas, West Ballard, and Tami Ballard. Most of these people are fellow ROTC members with me, and I asked my parents. The people that in fact registered had large interest in to two front-runners Clinton and Trump.

I haven’t got much time, i 've been on the run for months. Ever since they took me from my family I knew something was wrong. They threw me in a children 's home with moving floors and giant robot caretakers. I knew I had to leave before, they threw me somewhere else or somewhere worse. One day I decided to escape, It was an almost impossible effort but, I managed. I 've been on the road ever since.

Facing the inevitable, I said goodnight to my family as I did every other evening, and headed towards my room for the night. The hot sun had given way to the night, and crickets now sang in the infinite blackness outside my window. The curtains danced as cool, sweet breezes leaked effortlessly into my room, helping to calm my shaky soul. Yet I lay there for an eternity, eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of cracks in the ceiling as the wonders and worries of what was to come now swirled through my head. How would I make it for another six weeks? What would my next family be like? How could I possibly be as happy there as I was here? I finally fell asleep, but not the deep sleep that cleanses and offers comfort, rather a shallow trance tormented by visions and dreams, thoughts and emotions, fears and concerns. I traveled in and out of consciousness, seeking unsuccessfully to grasp something to hold onto, something stable in my life.

A Race Against Time - Personal Narrative " I can do it… I can …" I kept repeating this line over and over again as I positioned myself at the starting point. The war of the crowd seemed miles away and all that mattered was me, the track and the clock. Time seemed to freeze for a split second as I began to crouch to my starting position. It was an agonizing two seconds as I waited for the splitting, piercing sound to erupt from the gun.