Jacob Vorhis
29, February 2020
Mrs. Lehmann
English 1-A
It was cold and wet. All I could hear were the screams of my classmates and the laughter of the bullies getting more and more quiet. It was January in the middle of winter. A couple of weeks before, my photography teacher had planned a field trip to go and take some pictures of the bridge for yearbook practice. Today was the day of the trip. I woke up excited because it was the day of the trip, but also mad because I had to deal with one of the people who made my life a living hell. The people who were going were my friend Tyson, his girlfriend (and my crush at the time) Rebekah (Bekah), my other friend, Bailey, the bully, Kevin, his girlfriend, Irlanda, his friend,AJ, and the teacher. We got on the bus, and I minded my own business the whole trip there, trying to ignore everyone in the back being loud and stupid. We went down to the Twin Falls boat docks and golf course where we took some pictures.
Some people were begging the teacher to go to the waterfalls to take some pictures. The teacher and I just thought that we would stand at the barrier and take pictures, but people started to go through and walk around the falls. It was really slippery, especially with the water over the ice. We were all having fun until we heard a scream.
I heard Kevin yell, “Bekah!” I looked over, trying to see her and asked “What happened” “She fell!” I asked
“Is she alive? Is she ok?” My friend, Bailey, proceeded to try to help her. I thought that he had fallen, too.
I approached carefully to try to help them both, but I slipped. I heard laughing from my friend, Tyson, as I slipped, I tried to get my grip and not fall. My hands and feet kept slipping, and I knew that it was no use. The least I could do was get straight and stay on my back. I flew off the edge, high enough that there was no use trying to stop with my feet. I flew through the water, and in my mind, I remember my stepdad telling me that I could die from falling from waterfalls, I was thinking I'm going to die, and it’s going to hurt. I then landed on the hard rocks. A sharp pain stabbed my lower back. I continued to slide. I flew off rocks, each bounce hurting worse than the last. I was sliding on my back. I put my chin to my chest, trying to make sure that my head did not hit any rocks.
As I fell farther and farther down, I felt my phone fall out of my pocket. I saw a big rock almost at the bottom. I put my feet out towards it and stopped myself. I tried to stand, but I couldn’t. I saw Bailey and Bekah looking at me and Tyson laughing. I was at the bottom of the water fall, and It was cold and wet. all I heard were people talking and the water falling. It was getting more and more quiet. I thought I'm dying. I then blacked out.
When I came to, I turned and screamed to call 911. I couldn’t move. Baily came down to me.
“Can you stand?” “I can’t.”
He picked me up, and I dropped. He picked me up again, and I could stand, but barely, my leg twitching with each step I took. He noticed I had crystals forming on my face and told me we had to go. We climbed but I was scared, telling him I couldn’t do it. He helped me up, but the real challenge was still to come. We crawled over the ice, him telling me to try to find rocks to get my grip. I attempted to get my foot on a rock, and he stood right next to me in case I fell again. I slipped and almost went down the deep part of the falls again, almost taking him down with me.
Crying in fear, I told him, “I can’t.” “You can,” he told me.
We continued. I almost fell again, we crawled until we got to an area where I could safely walk.
I turned around and hugged him, saying thank you over and over. We walked to the bus where I yelled at my teacher. “WHY DIDN’T YOU DO ANYTHING?”
Why didn’t you call 911?!”
“I was going to if Bailey couldn’t” she said. On the bus, she gave me her coat, gloves, and scarf to help keep me warm. The whole ride home, I was crying, praying to God, thanking him for saving my life.
When we got to the school, my mom was immediately called, but I had to wait. The whole time that I was waiting, every move I made caused horrible pain. My mom came, and I hugged her, explaining to her what happened.
A couple of weeks later, me and Bekah fought, and she became my enemy. I regretted risking my life for hers, but in the end, I was proud of myself for doing the right thing. I will never go near another waterfall ever again.
please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I had to do a lot of remembering as well as a lot of information.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
I am telling a story of an event that has happened in my life.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
the details of what has happened.
29, February 2020
Mrs. Lehmann
English 1-A
It was cold and wet. All I could hear were the screams of my classmates and the laughter of the bullies getting more and more quiet. It was January in the middle of winter. A couple of weeks before, my photography teacher had planned a field trip to go and take some pictures of the bridge for yearbook practice. Today was the day of the trip. I woke up excited because it was the day of the trip, but also mad because I had to deal with one of the people who made my life a living hell. The people who were going were my friend Tyson, his girlfriend (and my crush at the time) Rebekah (Bekah), my other friend, Bailey, the bully, Kevin, his girlfriend, Irlanda, his friend,AJ, and the teacher. We got on the bus, and I minded my own business the whole trip there, trying to ignore everyone in the back being loud and stupid. We went down to the Twin Falls boat docks and golf course where we took some pictures.
Some people were begging the teacher to go to the waterfalls to take some pictures. The teacher and I just thought that we would stand at the barrier and take pictures, but people started to go through and walk around the falls. It was really slippery, especially with the water over the ice. We were all having fun until we heard a scream.
I heard Kevin yell, “Bekah!” I looked over, trying to see her and asked “What happened” “She fell!” I asked
“Is she alive? Is she ok?” My friend, Bailey, proceeded to try to help her. I thought that he had fallen, too.
I approached carefully to try to help them both, but I slipped. I heard laughing from my friend, Tyson, as I slipped, I tried to get my grip and not fall. My hands and feet kept slipping, and I knew that it was no use. The least I could do was get straight and stay on my back. I flew off the edge, high enough that there was no use trying to stop with my feet. I flew through the water, and in my mind, I remember my stepdad telling me that I could die from falling from waterfalls, I was thinking I'm going to die, and it’s going to hurt. I then landed on the hard rocks. A sharp pain stabbed my lower back. I continued to slide. I flew off rocks, each bounce hurting worse than the last. I was sliding on my back. I put my chin to my chest, trying to make sure that my head did not hit any rocks.
As I fell farther and farther down, I felt my phone fall out of my pocket. I saw a big rock almost at the bottom. I put my feet out towards it and stopped myself. I tried to stand, but I couldn’t. I saw Bailey and Bekah looking at me and Tyson laughing. I was at the bottom of the water fall, and It was cold and wet. all I heard were people talking and the water falling. It was getting more and more quiet. I thought I'm dying. I then blacked out.
When I came to, I turned and screamed to call 911. I couldn’t move. Baily came down to me.
“Can you stand?” “I can’t.”
He picked me up, and I dropped. He picked me up again, and I could stand, but barely, my leg twitching with each step I took. He noticed I had crystals forming on my face and told me we had to go. We climbed but I was scared, telling him I couldn’t do it. He helped me up, but the real challenge was still to come. We crawled over the ice, him telling me to try to find rocks to get my grip. I attempted to get my foot on a rock, and he stood right next to me in case I fell again. I slipped and almost went down the deep part of the falls again, almost taking him down with me.
Crying in fear, I told him, “I can’t.” “You can,” he told me.
We continued. I almost fell again, we crawled until we got to an area where I could safely walk.
I turned around and hugged him, saying thank you over and over. We walked to the bus where I yelled at my teacher. “WHY DIDN’T YOU DO ANYTHING?”
Why didn’t you call 911?!”
“I was going to if Bailey couldn’t” she said. On the bus, she gave me her coat, gloves, and scarf to help keep me warm. The whole ride home, I was crying, praying to God, thanking him for saving my life.
When we got to the school, my mom was immediately called, but I had to wait. The whole time that I was waiting, every move I made caused horrible pain. My mom came, and I hugged her, explaining to her what happened.
A couple of weeks later, me and Bekah fought, and she became my enemy. I regretted risking my life for hers, but in the end, I was proud of myself for doing the right thing. I will never go near another waterfall ever again.
please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I had to do a lot of remembering as well as a lot of information.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
I am telling a story of an event that has happened in my life.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
the details of what has happened.