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Personal Narrative-Lime Island

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It’s a normal day on the little island of Maui. I am living on Earth’s crust. Whoosh! A sudden cloud of magma flies behind me. Smoke blanketed the sky. Before I knew it, I was yelling, “Hot! Hot!” I was a siltstone rock known by the name Shiny. I could resist some heat, but this was horrendous. I started running or more like rolling and I couldn’t stop. It was like I was powered by the lava. Before I knew it, I was 10 yards away from the shore and I didn’t know how to swim. I started running the perimeter of Maui. I was running faster than the wind. Crash! I crashed into my best friend, Limesto. We stood there like rocks, we couldn’t move a limb. Suddenly we saw it in the distance, a searing hot stream of lava that was racing on the roads of Maui. My physical strength hindered me from running. Ahh! The searing hot lava was melting …show more content…

I had lost Limesto while I was grinding. The sediment was carried to a lake through a stream. In the lake we went through deposition. My sediment started sinking until it fell to the floor. Soon more layers fell on top. I was becoming a sandstone rock. I was carried up by a huge wave. I was so surprised because I saw Limesto. I question him, “Why are we changing?” He told me all about a so called rock cycle which apparently was the process in which new rock forms from old rock material. Duh! I loved Ferris wheels, they could never stop. He told me that it didn’t follow the route each time. There were 3 different types of rocks: Igneous, Metamorphic and Sedimentary. Whenever we changed we could turn into any of those even into ourselves. Ugh! Here it goes again! I guess it would never stop. As time flew by, I started to feel a load pushing down on me. Soon the heat and pressure was on me. I buckled under pressure and suddenly became a marble rock. I am much better off than that piece of layered sediment that I used to be. I learned a lot through that excruciating adventure but I feel much better. I knew soon it would be time to

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