Hunter Henstock
Ms.Lehmenn
English 1-3
2/25/20
My Canyon Trip
This day started out like any other day. I woke, showered, and changed clothes. I got a call from my friend, Chance.
He said, “Hey Buck.”
“Howdy, Buck,” I replied.
That was a nick name we gave each other after hunting season.
“What are you doing today?”
“Nothing, really. Just about to go for a run.”
“Would you like to come over and hang out with me?”
“Sure, why not? I'll just ride my bike over.”
“Alright, see you then.”
Cool, I had something to do today instead of staying home. I got my bike and rode over to his house. By the time I got there, it was around noon. He lived far away from me. I parked my bike next to his bike. I walked in to his house, with all the lights off like usual. I walked over to his room.
“Howdy!”
Somehow, I scared him.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that,” he said.
I giggled a little, and he punched me for it, but I didn’t care.
“Do you want to go to the canyon?” I said. “It’s right next to your house.”
“Why not.” He said.
We walked outside to our bikes to something bad.
“Well, great. My tire is popped,” I said.
“Just use my dad's.”
“Fine. Even if it’s a dinosaur's bike.”
We rode to the canyon and saw a truck covered in mud with a tarp on the inside of it.
“Was this truck here last time?”
“Not that I remember.”
We got closer to the car; it smelt really bad. I couldn’t really describe the smell, but I hated it. We called the cops to see if it was stolen. We waited for a good 30 minutes. When he arrived, he had a lot of questions.
“Why are you down here? How did you find the car?”
We told him the truth.
“We got bored and rode down to the canyon, and we saw the car and called you guys.”
He kept telling us we should be more careful and we shouldn’t ride so deep into the canyon. When the cop let us go, we rode all the way back to my friend's house. We didn’t do much that night except play some video games and watch scary movies.
The next day, we rode back down, but the car wasn’t there. The tire marks were. We wondered if the car got towed by the cops.
We still wonder what happened to the car. This all took place 2 years ago during my 8th grade year. My friend and I don’t talk like we used to, but I still wonder where that car is and if the, cops took it.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I brain stormed for the story and thought really good for the details
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
I had show don't tell and dialog
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
When the cop messed with use. Its my favorite part because it was funny.
Ms.Lehmenn
English 1-3
2/25/20
My Canyon Trip
This day started out like any other day. I woke, showered, and changed clothes. I got a call from my friend, Chance.
He said, “Hey Buck.”
“Howdy, Buck,” I replied.
That was a nick name we gave each other after hunting season.
“What are you doing today?”
“Nothing, really. Just about to go for a run.”
“Would you like to come over and hang out with me?”
“Sure, why not? I'll just ride my bike over.”
“Alright, see you then.”
Cool, I had something to do today instead of staying home. I got my bike and rode over to his house. By the time I got there, it was around noon. He lived far away from me. I parked my bike next to his bike. I walked in to his house, with all the lights off like usual. I walked over to his room.
“Howdy!”
Somehow, I scared him.
“Don’t you ever scare me like that,” he said.
I giggled a little, and he punched me for it, but I didn’t care.
“Do you want to go to the canyon?” I said. “It’s right next to your house.”
“Why not.” He said.
We walked outside to our bikes to something bad.
“Well, great. My tire is popped,” I said.
“Just use my dad's.”
“Fine. Even if it’s a dinosaur's bike.”
We rode to the canyon and saw a truck covered in mud with a tarp on the inside of it.
“Was this truck here last time?”
“Not that I remember.”
We got closer to the car; it smelt really bad. I couldn’t really describe the smell, but I hated it. We called the cops to see if it was stolen. We waited for a good 30 minutes. When he arrived, he had a lot of questions.
“Why are you down here? How did you find the car?”
We told him the truth.
“We got bored and rode down to the canyon, and we saw the car and called you guys.”
He kept telling us we should be more careful and we shouldn’t ride so deep into the canyon. When the cop let us go, we rode all the way back to my friend's house. We didn’t do much that night except play some video games and watch scary movies.
The next day, we rode back down, but the car wasn’t there. The tire marks were. We wondered if the car got towed by the cops.
We still wonder what happened to the car. This all took place 2 years ago during my 8th grade year. My friend and I don’t talk like we used to, but I still wonder where that car is and if the, cops took it.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I brain stormed for the story and thought really good for the details
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
I had show don't tell and dialog
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
When the cop messed with use. Its my favorite part because it was funny.