Friday, October 3, 2014

Student Narrative: Up the Mountain

Up The Mountain by Miles S.
1126 Words

                Imagine being up in the air with nothing but a rope and a harness to hold you on to a mountain. Rock climbers make it look so easy to climb mountains.

                Hello, my name is David, I am in the sixth grade. I live in Phoenix, Arizona where there are lots of mountains. I am a pretty good athlete, but the rock climbing thing is something that I could never figure out. I didn’t think about it much, until a few weeks ago.

                I have always thought that it would be cool to have rock climbing skills. I bet rock climbers aren’t afraid of heights. I didn’t realize that the only thing holding me back was my fear of heights. If only I could conquer my rear of heights, I could be a great rock climber.

                I was in middle school.  It felt amazing to be out of my old school with the little kids. The seventh graders called all of the sixth graders, shorty or kid. This made me remember that I am now the small kid. I was horrified. What might they do? Will they be helpful or play tricks on us? I saw a smaller sixth grader getting bullied by three older kids, before first period. I could not figure out what grade the bullies were in. In first period, I found some nice people. But, from second to sixth period, there were mean kids who wanted to fight other ids and curse at everyone.

                My favorite period was seventh because that’s where I found the kids that enjoyed this school. I went up to a guy named Josh, since he had been nice to me all day, and I had seen him in almost all of my classes.

                Hey Josh, I said.

                “Hello David,” Josh answered.

                “Would you like to be my friend?” I asked him.

                “I was about to ask you the same question,” Josh responded.

                So, Josh and I went around the school together the next day and found out few things  about the school.

                The second week of school, I saw Josh getting bullied by the same older kids. I recognized one of them. I knew Jason from my track camp and he was one of the bullies. I even knew his parents. I got in the middle of it and told Jason, “If you don’t leave us alone, I will tell your mom.”

                Jason looked at me and said, ‘Hey you’re the little dude from track. Is this your friend? He left and the others went away too. So that was the end of that.

                “Thanks man, I owe you one,” Josh said.

                On Friday, when the last bell rang, Josh asked me a question, “Do you like mountain climbing?”

                “No, I would ever think of going mountain climbing in a million years,” I answered. Then I told him my story. “When I was in fourth grade I went to a rock climbing wall with some of my friends. The rock climbing wall had a beginner’s section that was thirty meters high, and advanced section that was fifty meters high and an extreme section that was seventy fie meters high. I did not think it would be a big deal, so I tried the beginner section. But as soon as I was in the harness, I did not feel comfortable. I got up ten meters ad lost my grip and froze. I couldn’t go any further. The instructor had to help me down. My friends laughed and called me a wimp. Ever since then, I have not been interested in climbing anything and I don’t hang with those guys anymore.”

                Josh looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry buddy, I got your back,” he said. “Just like you had my back with that bully, I won’t let anything happen to you. And, I promise not to laugh.”

                I nodded and said, “Cool…see you next week.”

                Then, we crossed paths and I went to the bus rider loop and he went to get picked up as a car rider.

The net day in the lunch line, Josh told me that he had asked his parents if I could go mountain climbing with them and they had said yes. I nodded my head and changed the subject to, “What’s for lunch?” We didn’t talk about climbing after that.

                That night, I couldn’t sleep. I had a nightmare about falling off of a mountain. When I woke up I thought to myself, Josh is such a great friend, but what if I lost my grip again. I realized that I had to face my fear and trust him and his family.

                On Saturday, josh’s family picke3d me up to go mountain climbing. His parents, Michael and Ruby met my parents. They had been climbing for a long time. My stomach was sick and I didn’t want to eat any breakfast. I felt like I wanted to call it off. But, the parents were getting along really well. They told my mom and dad that it would be a great experience.

                When we got to the park, I knew that I couldn’t turn back. I saw the mountain from the parking lot. It was enormous. I heard birds chirping and I could feel a little breeze. I was still nervous. Josh’s dad gave me instructions on how to follow him up the mountain. His dad led the way and I was second and Josh was behind me, and then his mom.

                The first part of the climb was easy. It was like climbing stairs. Then when we got higher, it was even harder than the rock climbing wall. I followed exactly what Josh’s dad said to do and I did not look down. Josh tried to help me on the way. He said things lie, “you’re doing great” and “keep it up.”

                When we got to the top of the mountain, I looked around at the clouds in the sky. I could see an eagle flying. It was beautiful. I could see some of the other mountains around Phoenix. I felt like I had accomplished something. But, then I looked down the mountain. My heart was beating so hard that it sounded like it was in my head. I panicked a little bit because the ground looked so far away. I didn’t think that I could climb down again. But, I was hungry now. We had snacks, but all I could think of was pizza. It took us a while to get down the mountain. Then, we went to Papa John’s for pizza. It was a great day. I faced my fear of heights and I didn’t die. Can you believe it? I also know that Josh is my best friend forever.


Thursday, October 2, 2014

Student Narrative: Dragon Fire

Dragon Fire by Trinity M.
594 Words

                Sam wants to be friends with all types of dragons. He wants to be able to talk to them without them roasting him like a chicken and eating hi whole. Kelly’s been trying to help him go talk to the one that lives in the cave up the steep hill that’s across the street from his house. She made an experiment that freezes fire. Sam doesn’t want anyone to know he wants a dragon to be his friend. He thinks the town’s people will send him up to the dragon and make him fight the dragon.

                Kelly says, “How about I come with you on your hike to meet the dragon tomorrow?”

                “Okay, I’ll let you come, but only if you have the experiment you made up,” Sam said.

                “Alright, should I bring lunch for us and the dragon tomorrow? Asked Kelly.

Yes definitely, and some extra for our possibly new dragon friend,” said Sam.

                When they set out to meet the dragon, Sam stumbled on his first step on the hill. “Should we turn back while we are still living?” Sam asked.

                “If we turn away now, no one will ever know if dragons are friendly,” Kelly said.

                My favorite fruit is peaches, though Kevin and when I find them, I gather up as many as I can. If there is ever a book that I see by a fruit patch and no one is around, I pick it up and take it back to my cave ad look at it while eating my fruit. Today I did what I normally do different. I stayed out because it felt so nice out and I ate in the forest and looked at my book. When flying back to my cave, I found a surprise waiting at my cave entrance. It looked like two kids who had just finished climbing the treacherous hill that leads to my cave. As I flew in closer to look, I saw it was a little girl and a boy with a basket. When I flew in and landed next to them, they looked surprised, but not afraid. I spoke first trying to find out if they were looking for someone around here, or were just new to town. They looked astonished that I could even say anything. I asked if they would like to come in. At first they stared at each other and slowly nodded yes. When they first stepped in they were amazed at how big the cave was.

                “Can we look at your books?” was the first thing the kids asked Kevin.

                “You can, but first what is your name? Kevin asked.

                “I’m Sam and this is Kelly, what’s your name?

                “I’m Kevin the dragon.”

                Sam asked, “Kevin will you be friends with me and Kelly?

                “I’d like to so very much.”

                “That’s great! Thank you so much Kevin. Is anyone hungry? We brought lunch,” said Kelly.

                “Yes,” said Sam and Kevin at the same time.

                Kevin then said, “Please both come back whenever you want after today.”

                For lunch they had all different kinds of meat that Kelly and Sam had brought. Kevin had peaches to share. After eating lunch Kevin let both ids tae a book with them as long as they returned it when they finished it. Then Sam and Kelly left to head home with their books. They came back each day to see Kevin. Now Sam is no longer afraid of dragon fire and he has a friend that’s a dragon like he had always wanted.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Student Narrative: Safe

Safe by Jaye K.
662 Words

                "Shhhh! Hush child!" my dad Kica hissed. We were hunting and he saw something move out in the distance. There was a deer! He slowly raised his needle sharp spear, perfectly made by e of course, and pointed it at the animal. He threw the spear and struck it right in the side. Plot! It immediately fell down.

                “Yet another point for me and still zero for you.” Kica laughed haughtily as he hoisted the bloody animal onto his back. Then we headed to the trail and back to the village.

                “Hello Chief Kica,” said one of the villagers. A man came and took the deer from Kica to store for dinner. Our village was not the greatest or the biggest, but it was home. There were tents, a fire pit and some huts.

                “Hachi, Hachi,” Lanca shouted, “You’re back!” She ran up to me and gave me a big hug. “Hey Lanca, what’s the matter?” Her eyes were full of fear and her face was so pale. “I have to show you something. Come on!” Lanca whispered sharply as she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the edge of the village. “Lanca! What is going on?” I asked. She continued to drag me across the village and then stopped at the hill that looks over the blank area of grass where we hunt. My mouth fell open in shock. Now I knew why Lanca looked so scared. There were a dozen people in blue clothing with metal sticks in their hands coming right towards us.

                “Come Lanca we have to tell Kica!” I said as we started to run back to the village, and into the hut where Kica was. “Kica there are people coming, a lot of people coming!” I yelled.

                “Haichi, there is no one here but us. No one is coming here.” Kica said firmly.

                “But…but.” Lanca mumbled

                “No buts now go wash up in the river. Hachi go help prepare dinner.”

                “Daddy there are people coming, he’s telling the truth. You have to come see NOW” Lanca put her hands on her hips and just looked right at him. Her voice was confident and demanding. She looked just lie mom did before her death many years ago. Lanca walked to the hill with me and Kica behind. Kica looked out over the hunting pasture as we approached the top of the hill. Then lightening quick he was back down the hill and already running towards the village.

                He barked out orders. Men get your weapons, prepare for battle—women, grab your children and head into the cave opening on the other side of the hill!” I started to head to the cave with Lanca when my father stopped me.

                “Son, I need you to fight with us. Would you be willing to fight?” he asked. I looked around at the village, a couple of men against a dozen men in blue; I just knew I needed to help.

                “I will do it,” I said even thought I was unsure of what to do.

                “Lanca get to the cave, now!” Kica yelled. Lanca ran full speed to the hill and up and over the other side.

                “Get ready men,” Kica whispered sharply as he ducked down into the bushes. All of the other men did the same as did I. The next minutes went so fast. The men came. Midi, the second best hunter after Kica rushed out of the bushes and startled a man in blue. The man turned and shot him. Then everyone ran out and started to fight. People were shot in the back with arrows, villager’s shot dead. After about three men died, the men in blue turned and ran out of the village, and into the forest across from the hunting pasture. We WON! Not all was good; Kica had been shot in the arm. The women and children came out of the cave opening and over the hill. Lanca rushed over to Kica.

                “Daddy are you going to die!” Lanca asked between sobs, tears running down her face.

                “No, I’m not going to die, but I won’t be okay for a while.” He responded in the bravest voice he could. He cleaned his arm and bandaged it. Now I know that our village, our home is safe. I am safe as long as I have Kica with me.
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