Personal narratives are the type of narrative we focus on in 4th grade. Personal narratives tell a story from personal experience, much like a memoir.
I scan the crowd. They are all shouting with excitement. I know this match is what they've been waiting for, but I just don't care about being the UFC Champion. "I'm not ready," I sigh. As I watch my competition walk to the cage, I realize my time is up. So, I saunter down, wiggling my hands like squid tentacles. But, deep inside, I'm not ready. I know I'm not ready.
The bell rings and I let out a small shriek. My opponent makes the first move with an uppercut, but I block every single punch that comes my way until...
Ug, he punches me in the stomach. Hard. I fill with rage. I glare at him like a predator waiting for the right time to attack its prey. I jog over to him, but he backs up quickly. So, I punch, and keep punching until we have only 10 seconds left in the match. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...Jump, spin, super-man punch! POW! Ding, ding, ding!
At that moment, I freeze. I can't believe it. I am the UFC Champion! I shoot my hand in the air like a bullet as they hand me my trophy. But, something just isn't right.
As I quickly glance over at my opponent, I see his dreams shattering. He looks worse than if he'd just lost a $100 bill! So, I grab him up off the mat and hand him my trophy. I know it means more to him than me anyways.
"Maybe I was ready," I whisper to myself as I exit the ring, smiling. My hands were empty, but my heart felt fuller than the ocean. Knockout.