A fact to fiction story is where you take a story and at one point, make it fiction. Everyone in the grade did this, so here’s mine:

In the middle of summer, my brother, Jamie decided to try something new with our kayaks, there was a river next to our house, about a mile away.  We had decided to take the kayaks out of the pond, and into the river. My mother and him had gone on it twice before. He decided that he should take me for a ride, and I wasn’t even good at kayaking!  When we got to the put in spot, I felt my heart pounding in the very depths of my soul. We carried the tiny orange boats to the slippery rocks, and into the water. As we paddled happily along, listening to music and going through the deep waters, and avoiding shallow water. The wind was presenting a nice breeze, but then it got harder, and harder. I looked up, the sky was getting darker, I felt a drop of water land on my shoulder, and not salty river water, rain water. After it started raining my brother and I decided to take a break and shore for a bit.

 

About 10 minutes later, we decided it wasn’t going to clear up, by now it was almost pouring. We set off, just to find that it was pouring so hard, that the river had waves, powerful enough to knock a boat onto it’s back, as if it was a bug, trying to flip back onto it’s side. The rapids forced the tires to be wrecking balls, instead of wheels that drive cars forward. One tire hit the side of my Kayak, knocking the paddle out of my hands, just as a wave knocked me into the shallow water, meaning I had to get out of my kayak and push. I got out and was swept off of my feet, falling into the rocky water, the only thing stopping me from getting swept away by the current was Jamie, who grabbed my now wounded arm. I panicked and tried to climb up onto his Kayak, until I almost pulled him overboard. He saw my paddle spinning out of control next to him, he grabbed it, stuck it into my Kayak, and pulled. As the Kayak got dislodged from the rocks, he helped me up, and held the boats steady as I got in. He quickly gave me the paddle, and kept going. We swerved and turned, dipped and dived, we just had to keep moving. Then, he saw what he called the white house, and sure enough, it was a white house. He said it was about three quarters in, and as we got closer, I saw that beyond it the raging waters were as calm as they should be. As soon as we got past the house, it stopped, all of it stopped, the waves, the wind, the white water. It was if time had taken a break. The sky started to clear up into it was just a drizzle, which we didn’t mind since we were already soaked.

After what felt like forever, we made it, we got to the shore. We asked our parents if they saw the storm, or if it was on the forecast, but they said no to both and were very confused. I decided to keep it to myself, so no one would think I’m insane. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how it happened, all I know is that it’s gonna take a long time for me to get over that and go Kayaking again.