A narrative I just created

I bent down and watched the giant waves crash up against the rocky rocks. Gazing at the waves, I noticed the powerful, and strong winds had arrived, making the birds soar across the sky.

The blistery cold winds blew towards me, making me stick to the sand. “Brra” I said to myself, as my limbs started to shiver. I sat on the sandy beach, and rapped my self in my jumper, and stared at the one rock that was beside me and that was lonely.

I think it was then I suddenly felt a drip of water tip onto me. Without a clue, I slowly and carefully looked up. Before I could even scream, a great huge wave wash me up into the bay of water.
Minutes went by without a gasp of fresh and clean air.

Luckily my brother saw the whole thing, and already he started to dive in for me. Rushing towards me like a great big shark under water, he pulled me out, with his man hands, and tried to wake me up. Several times he tried. But I just didn't seem to wake up.

His slaps were harder than I thought. I know I could feel them but I just couldn't wake up. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Nether did the doctors so they put me in a coma. For 8 weeks I didn't wake up, until I felt a huge hand on my face. Meaning I got the biggest slap to wake up.

It's not the politest way to wake up but I am still alive an't I.