Ouch! pain flies through my foot. I curs my luck as I scream of pain. I can feel my self starting to tip towards earth. I can already feel my self hitting the ground. I suddenly become aware of the people calling my name. I see a bug meandering along on the ground. About half a foot to the right, I notice a strange looking flower that looks like it has purple polka dots. I feel like I see everything in little glimpses instead of as one picture.
Why am I still falling, I think to my self. I should have hit the ground after about a second. Instead, it takes forever to reach the ground. When I finally reach the ground, I feel the grass below me and think why it could not soften the landing more. I lay there fore the second longest second of my life. When I look up, I see the finish line ten feet in front of me. I have broken my ankle ten feet from the end of the race.
Times
the Book Thief -- Tuesday 1 hour/ Wednesday 1 hour / Thursday 1 hour
3 hours total.
deep man.... Just deep.
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery! I could really picture the event.
ReplyDeleteLove the lesson 4 reference (meander)
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