Billy Day Narrative

I ambled around my family's spacious property, the same property I had traipsed around almost every day in my life. I had walked this property feeling elated, dejected, and even puzzled, but today I was feeling as aggravated as I feel when a teacher gives out homework on a sunny day. I would have much rather been inside my comforting house, eating a delectable dinner, as delicious to me as any five star restaurant, with my family, than looking for my annoying brother. Through our dense treeline, I yet walked, to our mystical pond. Dodging the constant tree branches, I became more and more irritated. I couldn’t help but think that when I caught my brother, I would be as angry as a hornet. At this point, I became more and more irked. The way a storm cloud darkens and darkens before it finally starts pouring out rain is the way that I felt my annoyance intensify.
But then, I saw something that made all of my …show more content…
They were both seemed as if they were afraid to move a muscle. I also was frozen, as I didn’t want to tear Billy away from his interest. Though I felt extremely peaceful, I also felt like I was at a surprise birthday party, considering it was so astonishing to witness Billy so quiet and devoted. I tried to be as quiet as a mouse. Every time I inhaled the raw, earthy, pond air, I cringed, as I predicted with every next breath Billy would turn around and glimpse me. Though, I still crept closer, being careful to place my feet carefully so they would not hit any stray twigs. Nevertheless, when I got close enough to observe the stillness first-hand, I got over-confident and placed my foot down. I felt the twig right as I made contact with it. I tensed up with terror, as I knew what was coming. As I knew I couldn’t stop my foot from cascading upon down on the twig, it snapped. With a loud break, the twig split, breaking the perfect moment, along with itself, and sounding like a firecracker compared to the