My Last Summer-Personal Narrative

I like fish. Fish tastes good. So far I haven't eaten any fish whose taste I didn't like. It's also easier to hunt compared to other animals since there's a lot of them at the river. I just bring my spear and I wait patiently as I stood over the moving waters. Keep still. Be patient. Don't make a sound. I keep telling myself that. I spot a black fish at the edge of my vision. It's moving towards me. I used to bring some bait for the fish when I hunted before, but the overabundance of fish here made that unnecessary. It's moving close here. Steady. The moment the fish is around a meter and half away from me, I threw my spear strongly and accurately. The water splashed and it became muddy, but I hit my target. That's good. I hit it in one try. I hunted two more fishes and I tied them up to bring them home. It was a good hunt.

I returned to my house and opened the door. I saw my father lying on the bed, breathing hard. He barely has any meat on him and he has these rashes on his skin. He's tried to eat but he just pukes them out. His time

The jungle is thick, and the trees are tangled at the top. It’s possible to go to one tree from another using the branches. This way I moved towards the bear while avoiding detection. It has a good sense of smell, but currently its snout is buried in the fruit it’s eating, so I doubt he can smell me. Moments later, I’m on top of the bear. This was my plan since I’m not strong enough to kill the bear quickly. I could duke it out with the bear, but its thick and tough hide will prevent me from reaching its vital points and I’ll be dead by then or severely injured. So instead, I’ll jump from the tree and borrow the impact to hit the bear on a vital point. I’m five meters high, and while jumping from that height would injure or kill other people if they land clumsily, I’m much stronger than humans. Not as strong as the bear, but strong enough to easily take the