Personal Narrative: My Life Of A Fish

Drip,drip,drip,drip
The sound of the rain lightly hitting the water,
The sun ducking behind the clouds, as if it were hiding from something.
My clothes weighing down, drenched with water.
Fishing pole in my hand standing at the end of my friends dock.
As I was walking my topwater lure back to me,
Suddenly a bass blew up on it right infront of me.
It scared me a little making me jump as I reeled the fish in.
I was as excited as excited as someone stranded at sea finding civilization
For I had not caught a fish yet all day.
Joy bouncing around in me, I went to unhook the fish,
As I was unhooking the first hook the fish shook,
And that is when everything went bad.
The hook I was trying to unhook flew right into my thumb,
The pain was so bad it seemed as though I had just been shot.
I fell over onto my knees reaching for my scissors,
Trying to cut the line connecting to my lure,
As quick as I could without causing to much pain.
Then I reached for my phone fumbling with it in my hand and calling my mom.
Once my mom showed up she came down to help me,
As I was walking to the car my vision became blurry,
And everything I heard sounded weird.
I knew I was on the brink of blacking out,
The world around me fading in,out,in,out
The darkness was being called to me, but for some reason it never came.
And soon enough I was at the hospital with all sorts of feelings
Pain, anger at myself for not being careful when taking the hooks out,
But most of all I was anxious,
To finally get this hook out of my