Tim Hortons: A Narrative Fiction

“SCREECH”, went Logan’s tires as they slid across the smooth black pavement of the street. “You ready yet?” he yells to me as I jump out the front door. “Yup” I replied. I hopped onto my bike and we headed downtown to the Voyager to go fishing. It was a warm summer day, and we were enjoying one of the first days of our summer vacation. We turned into the big black parking lot, crowded with cars. The sun was shining and the water was calm. There were a few cotton ball clouds in the sky and it was a perfect day. We pulled our fishing poles off the back of the back of our bikes and set them up with bait and hooks. We were ready to catch some fish.

We cast our hooks into the clear, blue, sparkling water and waited for a bite. …show more content…
We decided to go to Tim Hortons to buy some Timbits. We left our poles and headed across the street for donuts. After we ate our Timbits, we ran back to our poles only to find that we both had fish on our lines. So we reeled them in and again we had rock bass. “This is stupid”, I complained. “I agree”, Logan said. We wanted to catch something other than just rock bass. “Let's change our hooks”, I proposed. “Good idea”, replied Logan. I stuck my hand in the tackle box to searched for a hook, and that's when the trouble …show more content…
They looked at us for a few seconds, then came walking over, sensing something was wrong. “What happened!?” They exclaimed. “I got hooked”, I replied. Logan’s dad decided he would not be able to get the hook out and I should probably go to the hospital. So they walked back to get their car while Logan and I packed up all our fishing gear. We got in the car and drove off to my house. We pulled into the driveway and Logan’s dad and I walked up to the front door. We went inside and explained the situation to my parents, who were unaware of what had happened. It took one look from them, as they saw this huge fishing lure hanging from my face, to decide we needed to take a ride to the hospital and get it