A Narrative Essay On A Hero's Journey

I grabbed my poles, tightened my gloves, adjusted my wool hat, and then pushed myself up the hill, to the closest ski lift. My older brother, Tyler, had already gone ahead of me; hence I was even more hurried. I entered the line and made sure that I had my ID card dangling over my neck. After the staff scanned my card, I sat on the ski lift and got ready for a 20 minute long trip up the mountain. I could see my brother almost ten ski lifts ahead, and I tried calling him. I could tell that the man I was sharing the ski lift with was getting a little annoyed with my loudness, thus after a while, I sat still and kept my mouth shut. I shivered. The snow was falling as heavily as ever. I decided that after skiing down Olympic Trail, I would go back …show more content…
“I shouldn’t have trusted you! What were you thinking, lying to us and running off like that! You scared your dad and me half to death!”
“Wait, Mom! That’s not true!” I shouted back. “A mental guy tried to kill me.” I started.
I told her the story, from the part about the lift stopping to me taking the expert course. I looked up, expecting my mom’s facial expression to change from furious to sympathetic.
However, there was a dearth of concern on her face. In fact, Mom’s face furrowed up in clear anger.
“How dare you lie to me! You know I hate excuses more than anything else in the world. And who taught you to use words like that? This is totally unacceptable!”
Then, to my surprise, she started laughing.
“Kids, you guys have the greatest imaginations. How do you come up with this kind of stuff? It makes me wish I was a kid again! You guys crack me up,” she said.
“So you’re not angry at me?” I asked.
“Angry? Heavens, no. Upset? A little. Just don’t disappear like that, okay?” she said between gasps of air.
I took that as a fact that I should keep what happened to me to myself. As I skipped over to the lodge with my mom keeping a close eye on me, I looked over to make sure that the man wasn’t following me

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