Personal Narrative Essays-Creative Writing : The Lost Island

In the beautiful blue water I grab the rope and swim to the end of it. Then, the boat starts to move so I pull myself up. Now, I was standing on the Wakeboard gliding across the water. Then suddenly there were waves right in front of us, and we were headed straight for them and I said to myself, “ oh crap”. I still was standing when the waves crashed into my board, but the last wave turned my board sideways and my face hit the water very hard and my face felt like it was split apart, and my family said it looked like

Finally, I reached to masts and hastily went grabbing for the rope. I finally got a hold of them and went to tie them down. The constant downpour of rain made it near impossible to keep hold of the ropes. I kept struggling to keep a grip on them. After what felt like an eternity of struggle, I had tied down the ropes. Then, I shouted in the captain’s direction, “We’re all tied

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

between the bars of a second floor window and down the side of the building. In the light of the

I woke up the next morning due to the rays of sunlight coming through the windows of the camp trailer. This could not have been right! There was no way it could be light at four

I take in my surroundings, as I feel my body getting numb from my toes on upward. After floating for hours, I spot a woodsy island I decide looks about a quarter mile away. I wade over to CJ and Jacob, noticing they are the closest people to where I was at. I watch as CJ pathetically hugs his only remaining plane carry-on, his baseball glove. He mopes the entire time it takes me to swim over to them, until he notices me, and he gives one last whimper before wiping his eyes and putting on a brave facial expression. Jacob smirks, knowing I had already seen CJ previously crying. My first instinct would have been to laugh at him, but now was not the time for that. We had fallen into the seas and had no idea where our luggage was, let alone where

One thing I don't remeber is where I was. I remember that we were on a lake. I'm guessing

Long Island. I had been drifting in and out of sleep on the boat and now forced

The hour and a half was up. My mom and brother were going to the front doors, when she got a call from my dad.

In the car, on the way to this unknown place I sat in the back seat in

One night, they took the boat to the beach. After several attempts, they got into the ocean. They got lost at sea for a week. They didn’t

They headed toward the garage door and my my mom went in first and just as my dad was about to leave he turned back and said to me son make us proud and with that he left and I could hear the hover car speed away.

After the boat’s engine revs up, the raft gets wrenched out of its position. Soon after, I hear a roaring “thunk” and see the shapes of immense mountain peaks in the water. I had tried to think of what caused these large waves, but by the time I caught onto what made these waves, I was already off the raft and on the boat.

woods. Alone, atop a snowy almost like mountain, we each stood on the edge and

How did i get in here and on the bed? I am 100% sure that I fall asleep on the balcony chair last night.