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Personal Narrative Essay: Hunting And Hunting

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I was angry. I was mad. My parents, my friends, nobody would listen to me. There is a law that was created from when our society first ceased to exist, which is that all hunters and workers must be men. The reason is simple: they have greater strength. Hunting has risks. Occasionally, a hunter would get killed in the hunt. The lead hunter, Elijah is ordering every boy to start training as a hunter from the age of 6. If they fail the tests, the boys get punished. I hate Elijah. That is unfair for those who are less fit than others, they get laughed and jeered at from their instructor and peers. I am angry because Elijah would not allow me to join the hunters. Despite the fact that I am just as good as them. Despite the fact that I am volunteering to do this. Simply because of the stupid law that I am not allowed to hunt, cuz I am a girl. There is literally only 6 hunters left and I am determined to change that fact. First of all, I started spying on the hunters while they hunted and trained. Then I started sneaking off to practice …show more content…

My eyes narrowed. I felt like whacking Elijah in the face, but I can’t do that. At least, not in front of Bartholomew. I spat “Bartholomew, if you can at least understand what Elijah is blabbering about, please explain that to me. Cuz, tell you what, I can’t understand a thing. If you wanna believe in what he just said, fine. So be it! Elijah, what have I ever done to you? Why in the world do you hate me so much? I guess that thanks to you, I’ll get executed. Since I haven’t done any bad things, unlike you— I will live my next life as what I want, which is a bear. That way, I can kil— Anyways, Elijah, you better watch your back the next time you hunt.” I ran back to my hut, kicking as much dirt as I can in Elijah’s face. Insulting and kicking dirt in the lead hunter’s face is gonna get me in big trouble. Don’t even get me to start talking about what’s gonna happen when you do that in front of the

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