Descriptive Essay About A Friend

Do you ever have a friend you try to avoid? For me, his name is Spencer. Not to say I don 't like the guy, I do. The root of the problem, we accomplished nothing, when we get talking we can 't stop, the day will be sacrificed to the gods of unproductivity. Perhaps it is because we are similar, if so that similarity ended quickly, physically different, mentally the same.

Spencer always looked like he lumbered out of bed, which was accurate more than not. With black Einstein-esque hair his uniform was gym shorts with a tee. Spencer Nuahi used to play center for the high school football team, he 's tall, you could take two-and-a-half of me, for every one of him. Spencer is picking me up in 20 minutes.

Music flairs up to wake me from my slumber.

As I bide for time I imagine how fit I 'll look if I just keep this up, specifically going to the gym everyday before school. Evidently I could use it, people joked that if I stood sideways they couldn 't see me. A tall lanky 17 year-old with a knack of pushing the conversation too

"We need something that 's going to buy me enough time to make it inside. Something that 'll keep it busy." As we 're left to think, "Taco!" is the idea that comes to me. "We 'll go through the drive through and buy some tacos, that 'll keep him busy." "Genus!" Spencer says.

At our local taco joint we are deciding what to buy the dog. "Should we get hard shell or soft?" asks Spencer. Thinking, I tell him soft would be best, thinking back to the time I had a chip lodged in my throat. "Next question, many tacos do we need to buy you enough time to make it inside?" "Probably want to get more, just in case, better safe than sorry." Grabbing our four tacos, paying, we make our way home, I unwrap each taco from its paper shell.

We turn around the corner, roll down the window, pull in front of my house, the dog runs towards the car. Grabbing the tacos one by one I hurl them out the window ten feet in front of the car. "Good luck" is the last thing I hear as I open my door and head towards the