Pain-Personal Narrative

I said, “it doesn’t hurt.” Russell says, “Dude I can see it in your eyes, it hurts.” He says this multiple of times, around 2 or 3 times, he kept saying that, and I didn’t want to blurt out, in a angry tone of mannered voice, so I kept it to myself. After that I started eating my breakfast again, and I used to have a shape of an ice cube impacted on my skin, for around 2 months, then it went away. But besides that when we were done with breakfast, we went to the gym, and I started playing some volleyball, with some of my friends, and some of the other campers, and to be honest, I normally am bad at volleyball, but I was surprisingly really good at that game. But I didn’t pack my shoes, so all I had was my Snow Boots, and to be honest, …show more content…
She had gone to dance camp for the weekend, just like I went to this Christian Winter Camp. To be honest even after all the pain I had gotten from this trip, I still loved the winter camp, it made me feel at home, but a tad boring, and a tad fun, a perfect mix to make it a considerably, “Relaxing”, trip. But besides that, I layed in my bed of boredom, for around 5-10 minutes, and then thought to myself, this is boring, I should go to the church, and I wonder if it’s already started. So I get my undershirt, grab my underpants, and equip my flashlight. I could see the church lights, in the distance of the blizzard, a beacon, of refuge, a light of sociality. As I got closer with every step in the deep cold snow, I Struggled, to keep my strained leg moving in the deep, thick, and cold snow. I Struggled to keep my body temperature warm, as I felt the cold breeze of the blizzard, on my cold body. I Struggled to keep my mind sane, from the coldness of the blizzard, and my determination, to make it to the church. When I made it to the church, I peeked the door, and saw that the church was already in session, so I waited for a while, and waited until it was the right time, and then I opened the door, hoping no one noticed me coming in, but they kind of did, and they kind of didn’t notice me come in. So when I went in the church, I asked my group where I should sit, and they told me to sit right next to the teacher, and listen to the church, and preaching, of the church counselor. So I did what they said, patiently, and diligently. Soon they had a song, that we needed to sing, and to be honest my voice was getting really deeper for some reason, probably since I’m growing, so I could barely hit the high notes, and when I even hit the high notes, it sounded like a mouse