again! for school!! this time we wrote a story about a salmon.. ik FUUUUN.. well it actually was kinda fun well, here is the part of the story its for:

As an adult salmon, Salm is larger and he is travelling north, towards the cold Alaskan waters. As he swims, he eats phytoplankton and small fish, seaweed and shrimp, crabs and snails. Salm, with his friends, swims to the Aleutian feeding grounds and fill their mouths with yummy little animals that help them grow so much. They race each other, who can go faster? 15 mph … 20 mph … 30 mph! Even though the race to survive is getting so much harder, they are getting better, faster, stronger. One day, one of them sees a bright sardine swimming about ten feet below the surface. Salm, the fastest one of the bunch, races to catch the snack and show off his mad sprinting skillz. The light catches on its side moments before Salm reaches it, showing its surface. It is perfectly smooth, indescribable – horrible. Salm’s jaw, wide open and ready to bite, tries to shut. He tries to veer away, but he is going to fast, he cannot miss. His mouth closes on the hook. The monstrosity lodges in his fleshy jawbone, adrenaline flushes his body, he jolts away. It’s no use – the fishhook is in – it will take a long fight to get it out. Salm prepares himself for the duel to begin.
The black underside of the boat comes into sight, now so obvious, so sinister, looming ever closer. Salm is being reeled in to his death. He is strong and he knows it, he can make it out of this mess. Pulling away, he directs himself down to the bottom of the ocean, but the fishing wire holds him back. Salm pops back to the surface, leaps and thrashes in the air before hitting the water again, the fight renews. Salm pulls and tugs, the boat reels him in. Salm dives and leaps, the fishermen draw him towards the boat. Salm’s efforts are in vain, he is slowly pulled closer and closer until he could touch the boat if he wanted. Suddenly, his sore jaw has a shooting pain; he is being pulled up into the air by the fishhook! Salm whips his body around; he thrashes, twists, and coils about the air in a last futile attempt at freedom. Pulled on deck, he sees his captors, clad in coveralls and raincoats, peering at him. One of them reaches into Salm’s mouth and pries the hook out. They gawk at his size, a whopping 22 pounds. A number of them snap a few photos of the others holding Salm. He is starting to feel faint; he is suffocating in the dry air, but to his surprise, they carry Salm over to the edge of the boat and toss him back into the ocean. He flies through the air, falling slowly. It feels like he will never reach the water when suddenly, he feels the slap of the seawater on his side. He takes a rickety breath in, supplying his body with oxygen, and he takes another, and another. Resting, Salm breathes in and sinks down to his friends.