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Alice Guo
Mr. Tinsley
Sept. 23th 2013
Personal
Narrative (first draft)
Gone with the cheers
“
Come on!! Chase her!! You
can do it!
”
The
inflammatory sound of cheers keeps
ringing in my head, but the cheers of
encouragement become softer and softer.
This was my first Sports Meeting in
my middle school. It was hosted on Sept.
20
th
; just a few
days later thanthe new semesterhad begun. As a
freshman,
everything was new to me. I
found it strangethat I
couldn’t
rush in the hallways
any more.I oftenwas lost in the campus
and could not find the way to
thedormitory. I had never tried those
wired food before I came here.
Most
of the time, you could see me sitting on that cold
but smooth chair, staring
at a small
black fly rushing around the whitest wall. It flew
without knowing
direction, without
rhyme or reason. So abrupt,
isn
’
t it?
I
wasn
’
t adaptable at all,
never. Being pulled apart from my old friends made
me
feel sad. When I laid stiffly on my
stiff wood bed, I was lonely and isolated.
A few days later, my advisor had a
seriousconversation with me. He said he
was aware that I was too solitary to
make friends.
“
You should be
outgoing and
be open. Do you want to be
alone all the time?
”
I
nodded subconsciously,
suddenly I
realized something, and shook my head abruptly.
Through that conversation, my advisor
knew that I was good at running, and I
had won many prizes. So I became a part
of the sports team.
I sat alone on
the bench of the playground, gazing at the blurry
figures. Cheers
and laughter filled the
entire space. A pleasant smell was
coming,accompanied
by the gentle
breeze. Three girlsappeared. They stared at me
with curiousness.
“
I am Xia
Xia, call me Summer. I have been noticing you for
a while. You are so
quiet. What is your
name?
”
That girl with short
black hair asked, mouth slightly up.
I began to talk with them. After introductions, I
knew they were the members of
the
sports team just like me, and we were going to
participate in a relay race
game.
“
From now on, we are
partners!
”
The other girl
patted me on the shoulder.
She was
short but athletic.
“
Yeah!
Our team will be the best! Just wait!
LOSERS!
”
The girl
with the blue hair band cheered. She posed like a
gunner holding a gun,
strafed in the
air. We looked at each other andlaughed out loud.
Under the clear blue sky, we ran with
abandon. They held my hand, sang songs
without tune, waved arms together and
going around in circles. Sunshine was
floating on our faces brightly. From
that moment on, we were connected.
We
started hanging out together. Telling jokes,
gossiping and making fun of
each other.
I was no longer alone. We practiced everyday. Ran
around the
playground over and over
again. We always stuck it out until we were out of
breath and our legs hardly moved. Our
shirts got wet, with uncountable beads of
sweat that dropped from our forehead.
Exhausted but happy, we did everything
we could do to improveour running
skills. Because we were going to join the
relay race, the heart connections were
very important.
We did pass- and
receive