Personal Narrative

Tyler Kiser

2/25/13

Personal Narrative

Reagels 5^th hour

Hide the Glowstick

“Author’s Note:

I wrote this piece to demonstrate my understanding of a Personal Narrative.”

            We flew through the woods, with the moon high in the sky. It was providing us with minimal light to guide us through the path. “C’mon on where is it,” my dad whispered impatiently over the humming of the engine.

“I am totally lost! We have looked all over and haven’t found anything at all!” I shouted back as we soared through the woods on our a.t.v.  Then there out through the trees in the distance I caught a glimpse of the green glow.

“Dad, dad I think I see it over in the back yard!” I said anxiously.

“No way that’s like the most obvious place ever!” he said as he shut off the lights.

“Then why didn’t we look there then?”

“Well I don’t know.”

“Whatever let’s just go!” I whispered over the stalling engine.

            As we started up going again my dad kept the head lights shut off and we went “stealth mode”. We shot through the endless rows of trees until we ran into a problem: the competition. We heard them coming down the path and instantly my dad cut right off the trail and right into a tree. “Don’t make a sound,” my dad whispered as he shut off the engine. GRRRRRRR! You could hear the competitions’ engine rumble as they rode past.

My cousins are really clueless sometimes. I thought when I couldn’t hear their engine anymore.

            Finally we took off down the path passing wildlife, passing trees, and passing brush until we broke out into the open and there it was: the glow stick. All of a sudden out of the blue came our cousins, flying down the driveway and gaining on us. Instantly after we saw them my dad full throttled it and man did we soar.

Soon we were within 50 yards of the objective, but we started tilting on our two wheels. We were going too fast and the ground started to slant, we were on the side of a hill with only two wheels on the ground until… BAM! It flipped! The a.t.v came crashing down on my leg! “Ow!” I screamed.

With my last effort I pushed through the pain and ran for the glowstick. Soon I was within 10 feet, my cousin Jake to my left and my sister Hailey to my right. On my final push I dived for the glowstick and grabbed it right before they could grasp the string of the glowstick. We had did it! We won!

Rush for the Gold

Tyler Kiser

2/25/13

Character Analysis

Reagels 5^th hour

Character Analysis

“Author’s Note:

I wrote this to demonstrate my understanding of Character Analysis.”

            She flew through the water taking a breath every few strokes, closing the gap between her and the final wall. Will she make it? Can she win? Do you believe in Susan Carol Anderson? Well in the book Rush for Gold by John Feinstein you can find out if she will push through with her strength and courage to take on the 200 m butterfly. Susan Carol Anderson in the book  has amazing courage, strength and heart.

            Susan Carol has outstanding courage and persistence to train for races, but more importantly to make it to the Olympics. “In the summer I would crack out 12,000 m a day.” She will push forward even if it means spending all of her time training and preparing for a chance of a life time: to win a gold medal. Susan Carol also gives her hardest even when she is struggling to finish the last leg of the biggest race of her life. “Just about out of air, she forced herself to stay down for the last three strokes.” As she pushed herself to her limit she dominated her opponent to qualify for the Olympic swim team. “Next to her name was the pretties sight… the number 1.” Susan had finally took first in the 200 m butterfly after taking second in the 100 m butterfly earlier.

            In this book Susan has one big heart, caring for everyone even if she doesn’t like them. She especially cares for her dad, even though he may be getting persuaded by money she still loves him. “He seems to be losing it… he said he would never side with agents, but now he does.” She barely got that out before bursting into tears, because her dad had promised her he would never side with the agents. Stevie, her best friend, says she has such an amazing and caring smile that he calls it, “The Smile”. “She gave him The Smile when she first saw him.” In the end she always has a positive attitude when it comes to life, always laughing and having fun.

            Overall Susan Carol has an amazing heart, has amazing courage, and has amazing perseverance. She does this because she grew up with loving and caring parents, which some of that happiness may have rubbed off on her. Susan will always pull through for you in the end and will keep you company with “The Smile”.

Creative Writing

Chairs

DING! DING! Crap, of course the school bell has to ring now! Let’s just hope I don’t have to meet with Mr. Fat Albert again, he smells like rotting fish and he could probably lay off the cookies, I thought.

The students stormed in the class room screaming and yelling at one another, or should I say “talking” to one another. Soon enough the kids started picking their seats and then there he was; Mr. Fat Albert was coming right for me! “Oh no, oh no!” I …whispered to myself. “This is not happening!” Squish!

Ewe! was my only reaction when he first hit my seat. All his juicy blubber molded around my seat forming a perfect square. I will not be able to handle this for long! 4^th hour this fat arse is going to get it once and for all! When he gets back from lunch I’m going to bring down the hammer! I plotted.  

The kids rambunctiously entered the class room after lunch like a herd of baby elephants, all of them screaming and shouting. Then the real elephant walked in the room: Fat Albert. Every step he took you could fell the floor shake. Finally! Bring it on fatty!

Once he sat down I took my plan into action, I slowly rocked back and forth on my four legs, it felt like I had a 10,000 pound brick sitting on me but after I put enough force… POW! That kid hit the ground so hard I thought the ground would be dented, but it seemed like the ground was okay. “WAH!” Fat Albert wailed. “Mommy! Mommy! Where’s my mommy?”

“Oh I got that kid good this time,” I said as he got walked out of the room to nurses office balling.

“This chair must be broken, otherwise Johnny wouldn’t have tipped over,” the teacher told the class.

“Really his name is Johnny, wow I thought Fat Albert suited him better,” I said sarcastically.

“Well, would someone like to help me get this broken chair out of here?” asked Mrs. Douser.

“Me! Me! Me! Pick me!” shouted a boy from the back.

“Okay I guess Timmy will get to help me and he won’t have to do his math homework tonight,” Mrs. Douser stated. Instantly after that the whole room erupted with kids shouting “No I’ll do it!” or screaming, “Pick me instead!”

“Everybody quiet and in your seat now!” Mrs. Douser shouted. “Now Timmy let’s go bring this out to the garbage pick-up area.”

Wait no! You can’t take me out to the garbage disposal!” I dreaded as they picked me up and took me out. “I’m doomed, I thought. I’m doomed.