Mr Wrinkle’s Class Writing Page 2006/2007

Wittle Gym

January 19, 2007 · 13 Comments

Wittle Gym

“Zack it’s your turn.” “I know.” I got up on the ropes and I heard everyone yelling. I grabbed one rope and put my hand on the next rope then I heard this kid scream. “Ahh,” I said, and I splatted to the ground.  “Ow,” I said and I limped to the teacher. I went to the water fountain then I got my drink. I went back inside to wait online. “Zack it’s your turn.” “Man,” I said. It’s just like before. I got on the mat and jumped on the rope. I was talking to myself and I said I am not going to fall. I jumped to the next. I felt my hand’s rope burn. “Ow.” And I jumped to the next one more rope.  I pushed my legs to the next rope and jumped “woo,” I said. I went down. I made it across the ropes I went into the locker room, came out, and went back to class.

Categories: -Zachery P · Personal Narratives

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