Personal Narrative: The Redwood Forest

Although I have only been living in this house for 2 years and possibly only have two years left to live in it, I still consider this my home. I have a wonderful first lady and an extraordinary son, Bart. Although I love my job, it does come with some disadvantages. My first priority is to make the United States citizens content by improving our country. The most controversial decision, since being in office, is whether to cut down the Redwood forest in San Francisco, California for paper products or to keep the forest as a national park. My associates believe that the government should cut down the forests and I reluctantly agreed. After signing off on this proposal, I anxiously waited for someone to publish the story to see how people would
The trees have completely taken over the east coast and were making their way to the Redwood Forest. We would see trees stomp and fall onto people’s houses, schools, banks, and other important buildings. We all split up to try and let the people know that we have our best people out there trying to stop them. I stopped by those houses affected and talk to the families. The families told us that they built little tunnels out of the uprooted trees in the ground to protect themselves when they come to try and destroy anything in sight. They start explaining to me that they have not eaten in 2 days when we all start to shake. Three trees start roaring right behind me and I screamed for everyone to run. We all ducked down into the closest tunnel while the trees took everything from the village that had lived there. Some people didn’t make it to the tunnels and were taken by the trees just like my son. We don’t know where they are being put and what is happening to them while they are there. Everyday My wife and I wake up hoping to hear the news of the return of Bart. I got a call from a van that has made it all the way to Las Vegas, Nevada. They had called to let me know that everything was cleared out and many people were taken or
My wife and others of authority are starting to go around giving out rations of food and water. I was walking on the street carrying bags of clothes, food, and water when a tree came up behind me. As I was turning around, I realized it wasn’t like the others. It was much taller and rounder than the ones I’ve seen. It isn’t trying to take me or hurt me, but it just simply reaches out its branches and drops me down an apple. I knew he wanted peace so I sit down to hear if he has something to say. He is telling me that all they want is not to be cut down and taken away from the ones they love. He also is telling me that he was the one to order the outbreak to show how it feels to be ripped apart at anytime and never be seen again. I’ve never thought about the feelings of trees when we rip them down for our own selfish reasons. He agrees to return all the people that he took and go back to the roots where he came from if we simply don’t cut them down for the paper production. A smile begins to stretch upon my face as I know I will be reunited with my son at last. The big tree reaches down his branches and I trustingly hop on. He brings me back to the White House where it all began. I order everyone that lives in the house or works for the cabinet and government branches to report to the White House for an important meeting. When everyone finally all meets there, I announce that we will be