What’s your family lIke? Because I bet that It Is the opposite one of the only things that my family does Is fight and argue. It was just like any other day as I woke up and heard my two brothers fIghtIng that was normal. I go down stairs and eat breakfast and then after I wanted to play the xbox just like every other morning. “Can I play?” I say nicely or I know they will yell at me. “NO!!!!!” yells Ryan “I’m bout to get this solo dub.” “WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAA.” “Oh no my baby sister Is crying again.” “Ricardo come and deal with your sister,” my dad says. “Omg ok,” I say as always. The one thing that gets me away from that Is fishing. FishIng Is like a addiction to me if I can't go then I will go crazy. When I was little my dad got …show more content…
As we are floating down the creek the winds start to pick up. We see the trees cracking and breaking like toothpicks and then it also started to storm as water was filling up the boat. We started to sink. “i'm scared!!!!!” Davon says terrified “We will be ok just as long you don't move,” me and Dad say. Even me and dad was getting scared I knew dad was scared even though he did not tell us I could see it in his eyes. As we were trying to fight the storm, Davon started to cry. He was crying so much that his salty tears probably made the creek a sea. I liked to think of my dad as a pretty strong dude, but the storm was stronger a flash of lightning struck right next to us and that made us all jump. But then out of nowhere a strong gust of wind lIfted the canoe and flipped all of us. “HHHHUUUUUUUU!!!!” as me and Davon comes up for a breath. But we noticed that my dad was nowhere to be found and we were stuck underneath the canoe. “Come on,” I say. As we push with all of our might but It won't budge, we are there feeling sick but as sittIng we was there shiverIng in the cold we hear my dad yelling and calling we was not sure what was …show more content…
And then finally a big gust of wind comes and then it flips back over. I see my dad struggling trying not to pass out we run as fast as we can, like Usain Bolt and… The logs won't budge. We push with all of our strength as I start to lose hope we see a house on the top of a hill I ask Davon to stay there with my dad and to not let him go to sleep. I ring the doorbell and a old man answers. He looks old and mean. The house was dark like from a horror movie. I tell him the whole story and he gets a saw. As he was cutting the logs my dad was moaning and groaning In pain. “It wIll be ok,” In my calmest voIce. As he was cutting we hear police sirens In the