“Stuck”? by Zach Mountain (Narrative Paragraph)
In third grade, I learned never to stick my tongue to a bus window. My friends Wade and Tyler dared me to lick the bus window at negative ten degrees. Wade announced, “If you don’t lick the window, you’re a chicken.”? When I first put my tongue on the metal part of the bus window, I was surprised and amused because my tongue got stuck. After a few seconds, I panicked because I could not get it off no matter how hard I tried. I went from amused to embarrassed because kids started to laugh at me and my friends. When the bus stopped at the school, the bus driver told the kids to get off the bus. What was I supposed to do? I was still stuck to the window, and I had to get off! I just closed my eyes and ripped my tongue off the window. For about the next week, I only felt a burning sensation where my tongue had been stuck to the window. I could not taste my food because I probably ripped all my taste buds off. With my mistake, I learned never to stick my tongue to anything metal in the winter, to avoid the horrible consequences.