Personal Narrative-Original Writing

“Justin! Are you okay!” my father yelled at me from the top of the hill. I stared at my feet and saw that both of my skis were gone, and my foot bent backwards. It didn’t hurt much, but I felt the warmth of my tears stream down my face like a waterfall. Then the pain set in; It was like a brick falling on my leg smashing it into the ground. I started screaming, but the lump in my throat prohibited me to do so. My dad rushed down and saw my foot; he called the paramedics. 5 minutes later I was in a bag and going onto an ambulance...

Alright time to go fast and win. It will be the first in a long time. “Go!” My dad shouted go, and I shifted my weight. Cool winter air blowing into my face was a great sensation that I’ve felt many times before. She was already ahead of me. crap; I have to catch up. So I went into a tucking position with my poles behind me, and putting more force in front of me so it boosted me. I was gaining, but she started to use the same technique as me. I felt like I was being chased by a German Shepard. The turn came up, and this is where I could gain the lead. I turned first so I could grab the inside of the turn. There was a ramp, so I leapt off of it and used it to
I used the ramps, but lost some momentum in the process. “Come on Justin there is no way you can’t catch up on moguls” I thought to myself and after skiing down every merciless bump. I am now in the lead. My legs were exhausted after the moguls, but I kept on. Turn after turn, she was rearing closer to me, so I did the same technique as before; except now we were on the catwalk. Catwalks are not my strongest point. There was the steep hill leading to the final challenge, so I used that to advance in the race. It was icy, but I kept turning and planting my pole. I was feeling so fatigued that my legs were numb at the bottom of the hill. I went straight so I could catch my breath and keep catching