Gone Fishin part 1

by Bryce, age 14
(Atlanta, Georgia)

Salmon jumping

Salmon jumping

I had just finished school. I procrastinated most of the week, so on Friday the workload was heavy. I woke up at 6:30 that morning. The long 7 hour work day had given me a head-ache. I lay down to try and stop poetry, numbers and trivia questions circling in my head. What is 35 x 9? Why were Edgar Allan Poe’s writings so depressing? How many teeth does an average leach have? What causes a human to laugh? What is the square root of 945.5? What is the longest poem ever written? Now you understand why I had a head-ache!

When I woke up, I remembered what I wanted to do that day. I wanted to go fishing. There is a long creek that cuts through our land. As I looked around the room, it seemed much dimmer than when I went to sleep.

I looked out the window and the sun was setting. This was strange because it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. I didn’t pay much attention, I just thought, “Oh, great. Now, if I don’t hurry, I won’t get to go fishing.”

I got up, made bait, found a pole, and I was off. The best place to fish is past an old house that a hermit used to live in. My friends and I always walk around the house and find cool stuff. It is difficult to get to, because of the overgrown brush around it. The wood on the outside is held together by mud. The roof is made of tin. There is a well on the outside that is about thirty feet deep. There are also a lot of broken things like wheel barrels, hoes, rakes, shovels and a lot more.

When I got to the fishing spot, I threw the bait in the blue streams of water. The smaller fish started to nibble on the bait. When the larger fish, the ones worth catching, see the smaller fish eating something they come out. The big fish don’t nibble, they try to swallow the bait whole. Watching and listening to the waters rush by was peaceful with the sunset reflecting off of it. The fish seemed to glow in the rays of light.

After a long while I noticed something strange, it wasn’t getting any darker. I waited an hour in the creek and still it wasn’t any darker than when I left home. In fact, it seemed to be getting brighter, but I thought it was just my imagination. I got out of the creek and started walking home when I noticed something else. When I left home, the sun was setting. I remembered specifically because it was going west. I noticed all of a sudden that the sun was rising.

I was so confused. I started back to my house to ask my family if they were seeing what I was. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I was just looking at the sun to make sure I was seeing correctly. I almost tripped about seven times, but I never stopped looking at that big fiery ball in the sky.

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