So I just turned in my Personal narrative for English on Friday... so I though it was good... that and I needed something to remind me that I'm missing Relient K right now... so i figured I'd post it. Hereitgoes: As I lay at rest in my woven hammock I began to feel an overwhelming swell of joy rise within me. I had finally achieved “Zen” as most would call it by purchasing an abandoned twenty-mile stretch of beach off the coast of Australia, my own paradise if you will, or so I thought. I didn’t understand… this day had started off just like the rest. I awoke to the sound of waves caressing their way onto the sand and the smell of my well-nurtured lime tree next to my futon. I’d eaten my ceremonial cinnamon-sugar Pop Tart and a large glass of refreshingly cold chocolate milk. For a man of my stature, one would expect a more “high-class” meal preference from me, being the multi-millionaire I was. Anyhow, I still can’t figure out how this day went so wrong from something so right. I eased my way out of my straw hut and clicked on some 30’s swing jazz, Benny Goodman or something, the details beseech me. Those tunes could carry me through the whole day. I strutted across “the yard”, as I liked to call it (in reality is was actually just a patch of weeds between my hut and the shed). I went onward, unlatched the rickety wooden shed and swung the massive doors open to see something not quite usual. A large warning notice had been placed right atop my surfboard; it read something like this, “Warning! Nuclear Reaction Test Sight.” I thought nothing of it, seeing as how I had heard nothing of this “Nuclear Reaction Sight” in all my (four) years living on this island. So I snatched my surfboard, downed the remainder of my chocolate milk, and sprinted (old men have got to do something to stay in shape) toward the beach, my beach. The water felt natural for me, as if it were part of me, as if I knew every drop of the wave. I skillfully paddled out to the breakers and sat atop my surfboard in awe of the beauty of this place I called home, it was what I had aspired for all of my life, and now it’s a reality. I smiled as I dropped in on a nice 7-foot west-northwest wave. I carelessly sliced through the water and doubled back each turn as natural as if I were walking. I remembered back to my “business days” as I called them. I would travel the world with a group of my closest friends. We were making more money than we knew what to do with most would say we were professional surfers, but I say that we were the start of professional surfing. My endorsements more than paid for all of this. I paddled back to shore and sun-dried in the open air. My hammock casually swayed to and fro and I smiled as the jazz continued to lighten the already pleasant atmosphere. I inhaled deeply and took a deep sigh of relief. My sigh was suddenly and abruptly over-lapped by the sound of a plane ripping through the horizon… I looked to my left and saw the massive jet and pondered its purpose. I thought nothing of it (as I did quite often those days) and laid back for more rest. On a normal day I wouldn’t have cared about the plane, but this day I felt strangely compelled to get a closer look at this plane. I jogged inside of my hut and grabbed my binoculars off of my nightstand. I trotted back to the hammock and cautiously sat on its edge. I raised the lenses to my eyes and followed the plane. It had a strange red emblem on its side like I’d never seen before. I slowly traced this plane across the aesthetically pleasing blue sky. I was focusing on its massive propellers when suddenly a massive chunk of metal fell out of the hull of the plane! I quickly adjusted my lenses to see is some kind of mechanical error had occurred. As this mass of metal gained speed, I noticed that it had a propeller as well. As the metal hit the water, I saw something that I will never forget. A flash of light drowned the island and my heart sank as a crimson red cloud arose hundreds of feet out of the water. The binoculars dropped and I fell to the ground. All that I had was now lost, and if I didn’t move fast my life would be lost as well. I needed an escape, something fast, something… airborne. Just then I remembered how I had arrived to this island in the first place, my chopper. So I ran in my hut, grabbed the key-card and sprinted towards the landing pad, adequately made of palm leaves. I ripped open the door and jumped into the cockpit. My hands diligently worked as I recalled my lessons for flying one of these things. The rotor began to spin as I sat impatiently. I glanced to my left and saw a wall of water at least 100 feet tall flying toward me. I began to yell at the helicopter thinking it would work faster. The chopper slowly, but surely, lifted off of the ground. I rose up this deplorable machine just in time to see my island leveled to nothing. I had nowhere to go… so I headed to the mainland. I live in Sydney now, it’s not that I’m angry with the government for these things for happening to me; I’ve always been a humble man. And now I realized that even my perfect life could be ruined in, literally, the blink of an eye. I live in peace now. I’ve given my riches to charity and taken up another profession, surf instructor. Yeah... so if you had the patience to read that, thanks, if not that's cool too... but hey, if you did read it, what do you think.