The car waits outside along the driveway its engine purring and windows rolled up and horn hacking away. “All right, we’re coming you don’t have to wake the bloody neighborhood,” yelled out Wendy leading the way towards the red tinted window car covered in dents and muck. “Stupid, idiot,” braked Wendy even more perplexed as she glances up and down the drive takes a beeline towards Megan. “Did it ever occur to you to book this trip at night and not during the busiest time of the day,” express Wendy. Megan rolls her eyes, “It’s what I could squeeze out at the last minute,” she blurted back a little bit annoyed. “Then you are losing your touch little grass upper,” responded Wendy who for the first time showed some inkling of a smile. She took …show more content…
Taking the lead again, Wendy loaded our bags into the car trunk. Inside the car is even worse than the outside between the empty bottles of hardcore liquor, food kind and other wraps scattered all around, there is the potent reek of marijuana seemed to latch itself onto anyone or thing in its path. Behind the wheel is a breaded man with untamed deadlocks hair and extremely yellow teeth. His wide bright eyes kept popping up in the rear view mirror and looking around the drive …show more content…
“Slow your roll,” yelled Wendy at the driver holding on to the handle of the car door only to have it break off in her hand. She tosses it on the floor and instead grip the passenger front seat. The driver picks up speed even more when the car hit a pothole sending the hubcap spinning through the air and landing in the center of the road. “This place is a bad omen,” he said back to Wendy as he took a wide turn almost tipping the already wavering car over. “You are worried about the wrong thing friend,” express Wendy with a dark look in her eyes. Suddenly the driver took one look at Wendy through his rear view window and slowed the car down. “Less conspicuous shall we,” Wendy said winding down the window of the car and inhaling the fresh air that immerse inside the car. “Now that’s better,” she express reaching for a pack of gum and offering a stick to each of us. “Let’s just relax and take in the fresh air shall we.” While Megan understand and completely trust Wendy I could never let my guard down with her. She is an impulsive ticking eruption with a tendency to gut people like a fish if she feels for five seconds that you are a problem. Trap in the middle of both Wendy and Megan I look uncomfortable towards the empty seat next to the
"Hey boy where are you going?" the driver shouted at Bill while he stretched his arms across the opening to prevent myself from stepping down. I stood waiting. "Where do you think your going?" he asked, his heavy cheeks quivering with each word. "I'd like to go to the rest room." I smiled and moved to step down. He tightened his grip on the
As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
John wakes up. He smacks his lips to the taste of bile and cherry flavoring. The front of his shirt covered in pill filled vomit. The smell drifts up, as sour spit fills the back of his throat. He leans over and throws up again. His car’s passenger seat is now covered in vomit. Through bloodshot, groggy eyes he looks around to see no trace of emissions in his car, this coupled with the indicator on the dash showing his hybrids battery now at forty percent. John pounds the steering wheel with his fists. Why can’t I do anything right he thought, as tears roll down his crusty chin.
Jennifer’s hangover made it impossible to wake her up this Monday morning for work. She wakes up a little late so she gets ready and rushes to her car and drives a little over the speed limit in the attempt to get to work on time. During her commute, he gets into an accident on a highway with Kevin Ramkissoon. Jennifer does not know that Kevin works in GTNT as a customer service representative
Garrett disliked Samantha for her irresponsibility, profanity use, and how much trouble she would always get herself into,” Ahem!” He cleared his throat. Samantha turned her head to look at the strict Hall Monitor,” Yo, Garrett! How you doing, my man?” She waved. Samantha was always clueless about the boy’s hatred of her,” Ahem! Samantha, you are breaking the dress code. I have told you many times, no piercing studs!” He scolded. Samantha just chuckled, which annoyed him,” Hey, calm down, officer. It’s not like I’m holding a gun or anything,” She laughed. Garrett just turned his head, to ignore her. Melody rolled her eyes, it was a pain to see this, but she was always used to it,” What about you, Samantha? You look like you’re going somewhere,” She asked, politely. Samantha nodded,” Oh, that’s right! I’m going to help at the concession for the fair! I’m going to be busy, but at least I’ll be making tons of money, and enjoy the rides for free!” She said, happily,” Of
It was a beautiful sunny day, one of the usual working days, and men were rushing to work. Except that, it was something in the air that was carrying the better taste of wariness. The surroundings of our house were mute, and I could see the bird in the trees, but not hear them. Instead, every inch was filled with weird sound of metal grinding. I was too young to realize that on August 2nd, 1990 will be an important day in my life. I learned that day the lesson of my life, how fragile is the peace and that my privileged life in Kuwait was over.
The first hour of the painful two hour car ride was just me making what I thought appeared to be very valid arguments about why he should just turn around and take me back home, but he didn’t. Rather, he just sat there, nodding in a silence that somehow screamed “I don’t care!” Eventually, I succumbed to the silent scream and waited to arrive. After what seemed like a century, we arrived at the dirty farm in the evening.
Once there was a man named Bobby O’brien, and never in his life did he do work, unless he was obligated to. He claimed to be so mesmerized by work, that all he wanted to do was sit and watch others do work all day. Bobby lived with his wife, Katie and his two daughters, Elizabeth and Marsha. His family was often annoyed with him, and wished that he would at least try to get a job, or work.
The clouds grew darker to cover the sight of the worrying moon and the air tasted bitter, all signs that we shouldn’t have been there that night. Michael was in need of some fast cash. His parents were getting a divorce and unsatisfied with life, he had just recently taken up a drug addiction that possessed him and demonized him, making him hungry and angry. The drugs controlled him where he had almost lost his mind and lost all sense of perspective. He thought it would be easy to rob the man behind the petrol station counter, and forced me into helping him.
I remember the first day of my English class like it was yesterday. Term one just started and the class is waiting for the teacher to come. I remember looking down and seeing someone with sandals and was kind of confused, but brushed it off. I felt like every single teacher was going to leave, just like the first year at Jackson Preparatory and Early College. I found myself in a place where I didn’t know if I could trust teachers, because all my life I felt no need to, and didn’t find any reason to talk to them whenever I needed advice or if I had a problem. Every time I found that I liked a teacher, a couple weeks later, they just left without notice. At Jackson Preparatory and Early College, the very first year, we had a staff issue. We slowly
Waking up to a new day. As I rise from my bed I look off into the distance of my bedroom. The bedroom of my house, my very own property. I sit up from my bed, and start contemplating whether or not this is all a dream. But no, this is reality. My reality. I thank you lord for another day it is still very surreal where I am in my life now. 30 years old, living in a 3 story house with two beautiful girls, twins as a matter of fact. A gorgeous view of the world around us, looking out the windows of this gigantic house you can see nothing but beauty. Life at its finest and purity. I always keep a bible and a cross by my bedside and never forget where I came from. The real me, is me. That will never change. Nor will it ever impact me as a father to my beloved children.
The cab pulls out, and turns right at the first corner. They pass two intersections, then turn right again. In the middle of the block is a little hotel, once stylish, now quaint. It is frequented nowadays by tradesman and visitors to the city. The cab pulls up to the curb, and the driver gets out and opens her door. She feels his awe for her fame, and the discomfort it brings him. He will not accept her tip. She watches as he climbs into his cab and drives off into the evening. She throws a silk shawl over her head, turns and enters the hotel.
Life is full of moments which, if allowed to, will shape us into the people we become. When life happens, good or bad, we are in control of deciding whether those moments will define our character. We can decide to be victims of the circumstance of life, ultimately affecting the lens with which we view the world. This leads to a life of suffering and resentment, seeing problems as happening to us, instead of for us. By actively choosing to accept the bad moments of life, we take control of the story, which is told about us. Who we think we are, and who other people perceived we are, can be two different things. The outer manifestation of our thoughts can be seen by others through our actions. There is only so much we can do to influence the
It was the last Friday of the school year. I had just taken my last exam of my freshman year. The year has gone very well for me. It was a year where I had the chance to meet new people and get involved in different school activities. I was proud of the grades I earned. As a result of that, I finished class with nothing but joy and happiness.