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My body was so tired and weak from the early morning trip that I was shaking and struggling to muster together some more energy to keep the fish up for display. I quickly put together a smile to get this whole picture thing over with; my dad felt the same way. I felt disgusted trying to hold a smile on my face while the dead weight of the fish dangled by the clear fishing line and sharp metal hook. I was wearing some simple ragged shorts, no shoes no t-shirt. I felt dizzy and awkward when his slimy gills and sand papery skin rubbed against my soft body. My hands were still tired and red from the struggle earlier this morning, I could see red lines criss crossing on my wrist. The pine needles under my sun burnt feet felt as if I were stepping on broken glass, every crunch like nails on a chalk board. Every movement I made was more pain added to the list. My dad took the picture and immediately walked away; no word was said. I felt used and I knew the fish had to have felt the same way. My dad took the picture and that was all he wanted from me, nothing else. The dead fish meant nothing; it now spends its life in some small frame somewhere around my house. The fish was nothing and I was left with a feeling of emptiness and bewilderment, I felt as if I took the fish’s life away because I was egged on by my family’s screams and hollers.
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My body shook and pain ran through my arms as I forced myself to muster up the strength to hold the fish up. Wanting to get the whole thing over with, I plastered a weak smile on my face. Even as I holding a smile on my face, I was disgusted by the weight of the fish on my line. The fish’s slimy gills and sandpaper scales swayed against my bare chest. My sore hands held up the weightt of the defeated fish. Red lined showed on my wrists from the struggle of catching the fish, the now lifeless and glassy-eyed fish. My father wordlessly took the picture. It seemed like that was all that he wanted from the trip to the lake. The fish I held had no meaning. It’s figure now hangs in a small picture frame somewhere in the house. This whole experience gave me a feeling of emptiness. My family’s cheers egged me on to pull a fish out of the water and to it’s death. All for a photograph.
