P.S: Mr Waldman is a handsome guy (Thought I’d try :P ) Brilliant!

Narrative #2 Draft #1
Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something.
Hey dad, you wanna hear something funny?
I met my father for the first time when I was…

Topic #2 Wauking from a pleasant night’s sleep, I opened my eyes to the sight of my poster of Joey Votto, from the Cincinnati Reds, pasted to my ceiling. I had always enjoyed watching sports on the family television but we were too poor to afford any of the equipment to play. We couldn't even afford a new bed for me, from the one I failed to fit in ever since grade 5. Every Tuesday night, my father and I made do with pieces of wood and stale bread rolls or buns thrown away from the family’s bakery. Even …show more content…
He placed the bat back in his bag, resting it on the ground beside him, and reached towards me through the fence. He managed to get a hold of my shoulders and slam me against the fence. Although the pattern of the fence resembled honeycombs, I felt the pain of it’s impact spreading throughout my body. Tom had a smile of malicious greed across his face and had no intent on stopping his assault. The only thing I could hear was the laughter of his friends and the persistent ringing bouncing around my head. The taste of blood confirmed that I had most likely torn my lip on one of the folds of the fence. My nose felt numb and was unable to smell anything, most likely form the blunt trauma being applied to it. In the split seconds that I was held away from the fence, I looked into Tom’s fury and vengeance searing behind my own.Tom only stopped because my dad came over and broke up the fight. As dad was lecturing and threatening Tom and his group, I stretched my arm through the fence. “Only a little closer” I told myself, stretching my sore left arm to it. My body did not want to co operate, burning my muscles as I willed them to work harder. A sense of relief filled me as I slouched backwards, my goal