Personal Narrative: My 8th Grade Graduation Party

My 8th grade graduation party like most, was a blast. There were kids swimming, eating, playing wiffleball, and having conversations throughout the party. So many of my friends were there that I didn't know who to hangout with. As nightfall approach our idea was to play cops and robbers. All the kids at the party agreed to the idea to play. So, we split teams, made the boundaries of where we can go. Of coarse the good hiding spots were running through my head. Since it was my party, my team got to hide first. Off the get go I ran into the woods where I knew the giant dead oak that was leaning onto another tree was the spot to hide. Once the oak was in my site, being bare footed, I ran through the tall grass around and up the leaning tree I went. I decide I was going to hide by the part where the tree split into a y. With an abundance amount of branches around, the difficulty of the other team seeing me increased significantly. Time ticked away in the tree, by myself with the mosquitoes having a feast day. I could hear my teammates getting caught one by one. Finally I heard the "cops" say "Lets check the woods to see if George and Louie are back there." By this time the sun had gone down a little bit more than when we started. Which casted a dark …show more content…
I crept down the tree and for some reason I jumped about five feet out of the tree into the tall grass. Suddenly as soon as I landed a sharp, bee sting like, shooting pain was in my right hand; I went down like a fly. When I flipped my foot over the bottom of my foot had blood seeping from it, with the gash being about an inch long. My mind was going about 3,000 miles an hour, all I could think about was getting to the house to clean my foot up. By the time I came running out of the woods there was no pain, my adrenaline rush was going, and the other team was chasing me. With the jail being my back porch I could set free my team and run into the