The New Years Winter Storm Experience Customized by Mount Katahdin
"Are you ready for our New Year's Day hike?" My father asked me as my mother finished lacing up my boots. I was eight years old at the time, so you would expect that I would have been tying my hiking boots. The problem was that my snowsuit made it, so every time I leaned over to tie them up, I would fall over onto my face. So to save me from the longing attempt to get back up to my feet, my mother tied them up for me instead.
Candace's Care Package
"One hundred and one white blocks, one hundred and two white blocks, one hundred and three white blocks, one hundred and four, how many more blocks till I get even more bored?" I sang to myself as I continued counting the 6,852 white squares plated on the walls surrounding me. I had gotten so much "booty juice" from fighting back with Mrs. Laurel today that it felt like I was in a straightjacket. Luckily, I wasn't in a straightjacket, but I couldn't find the strength to get my body to move correctly. The fight was uncalled for, but my anger got in the way and sent me into the state I'm now stuck in. I swayed my head back and forth to the beat of the music I was making as I continued counting the white blocks.
My eyes shifted around the diner. Different assortments of people filled the booths and tables around us. A somewhat crowded group huddled around a long table in the middle. A big, yet plastic, trophy sat at the end of their table, with a little white cross sitting next to it, words of the eternal scripture carved below.
I put out my cigarette and started walking toward the Boston aquarium. It was beginning to sprinkle as I rushed inside lightly. He was there waiting for me, one hand in his pocket, the other playing away at his cell phone. We were there as a gift from his mother, but he didn't seem amused. He'd much rather be doing something else.