Have you ever imagined what a perfect world would be like? Perfect everything? A place where nothing is off center? Everyone gets perfect grades? Everyone matches? Everyone is just like the person next to them?
I opened my eyes, and wished I was perfect, I wised everything was perfect. I didn’t realize how horrible that would be, until the day my wish came true. It was a normal warm September night and being dead tired, I carried my self to my room. I entered and kicked aside all my clothes and collapsed on the bed. The second my body hit the cool, soft bed I was out like a light. The next morning is when it all took place.
I woke up, and I already knew something was off. I got out of bed and everything was clean, my usual messy, clothe covered floor was neat, and my closet color coded. Weird I thought, but I assumed that my mom had cleaned it while I was sleeping. Walking over to the bathroom, I saw that the hallway was nice and vacuumed, and all the stains were out of the carpet. Wow, this is pretty neat. Then I thought to myself, “If the whole house is perfect, then would my motorcycle be perfect too?” I couldn’t wait to find out, I ran to the garage.
As soon as I opened the door I knew that it would be better than I imagined. But to my disappointment my motorcycle had vanished, but not completely. In its place was an Audi A4. It wasn’t bad, but I would rather be zipping through traffic on my motorcycle. Looking on the bright side, I just got a new car!
I got dressed and ready for school, on my way out I saw breakfast waiting for me on the table. Weird, my mom never made breakfast, but I wasn’t going to stop her from making it. After stuffing my mouth with eggs, bacon, and milk, I was out the door. I started the car, and opened the garage. When I pulled out of the garage, I noticed something insanely weird. All the houses were the exact same. Same color, same structure, and same size; plus to top it off all the grass was but the same.
I was frozen, until I remembered my wish from the night before. I thought living in a perfect world meant just perfect people; I didn’t know everything else was going to change. Then right when I was about to pull out of my driveway, a man stepped out of each house with a lawn mower and started mowing. I looked back at my lawn, and to my amazement I saw my dad, doing none other than, mowing the lawn.
Within 2 minutes of that incident, the garage of each house opened up. Hence being a perfect world, an Audi A4 pulled out of every garage. I looked closely at the drives, and they all went to my school. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sped off to school. Who knows what the rest of the day had in store for me…
Thursday, January 22, 2009
The Silent Hallway
The hallway was silent, I tiptoed anyways. The floor boards started creaking halfway down. I stop. Listened, for anyone else awake; Nothing, dead silence. I reached the end of the hallway and shined my flashlight down the stairs; I walked fast, but carefully, trying not to make a sound. My bare feet hit the cool wooden floor sending a chill up my spine, causing my arm hair to go into defend mode. I walked to the front door to grab my shoes, and I realized they were upstairs. I decided to put on my new school shoes. Wondering into the kitchen, I started searching for the key to the motorcycle. I grabbed the garage opener, and the key, and headed outside.
I was still trying to be quite, making sure no one heard me outside. Sneaking out, while living in an old people neighborhood, isn’t all that easy. I pressed the button to open the garage. Slowly the door rose to the ceiling, and there she was. My dad’s Yamaha R1, it was my dads but he never drives it, and since summer started I’ve been taking it out every night.
After inserting the key into the ignition, I turned it to the “start” position. I checked to see if the bike was in neutral. It was, so gently rolled it out of the driveway on to the road. I took it down a few houses just to be sure my parents didn’t wake up. The sound of the motorcycle was music to my ears. Looking at the motorcycle I slipped on my helmet, and sat down.
Revved the engine a bit before I took off, I shifted into first gear, but let go of the clutch too fast, while accelerating. This caused the front tire to jump off the ground, but luckily I got control before anything bad happened. I made my way to the main road, I was at cruising speed, when I felt the urge to just take off.
Shifting down from fourth into second, I acceleration faster than ever, and shifted into third within 3 seconds. I accelerated faster and faster, until I was closing in on a intersection. I applied the brakes, but I was still going at 90 miles an hour. I was 50 feet from the four way intersection, when I realized I wasn’t breaking enough to stop at the light. The braked harder but it was too late. Right when I was at the lights I jammed the front wheel brake, and I flipped. After that all I remember is hearing tires screeching.
The next morning I was watching my own funeral.
I was still trying to be quite, making sure no one heard me outside. Sneaking out, while living in an old people neighborhood, isn’t all that easy. I pressed the button to open the garage. Slowly the door rose to the ceiling, and there she was. My dad’s Yamaha R1, it was my dads but he never drives it, and since summer started I’ve been taking it out every night.
After inserting the key into the ignition, I turned it to the “start” position. I checked to see if the bike was in neutral. It was, so gently rolled it out of the driveway on to the road. I took it down a few houses just to be sure my parents didn’t wake up. The sound of the motorcycle was music to my ears. Looking at the motorcycle I slipped on my helmet, and sat down.
Revved the engine a bit before I took off, I shifted into first gear, but let go of the clutch too fast, while accelerating. This caused the front tire to jump off the ground, but luckily I got control before anything bad happened. I made my way to the main road, I was at cruising speed, when I felt the urge to just take off.
Shifting down from fourth into second, I acceleration faster than ever, and shifted into third within 3 seconds. I accelerated faster and faster, until I was closing in on a intersection. I applied the brakes, but I was still going at 90 miles an hour. I was 50 feet from the four way intersection, when I realized I wasn’t breaking enough to stop at the light. The braked harder but it was too late. Right when I was at the lights I jammed the front wheel brake, and I flipped. After that all I remember is hearing tires screeching.
The next morning I was watching my own funeral.
A Box In Her Pocket Final
She touched the box in her pocket and smiled. Knowing that no matter how far her love is moving he would always love her. Nothing could separate them; nothing could make one doubt the other. He proposed to her the day of his flight. It was last minute, but she loved him, and she knew he loved her. That was also the reason he was leaving her to go to another state, halfway across the nation. Just because neither of their parents agreed that they were good for each other. Maybe this was because they started going out at a young age, or maybe because they lied a lot, or because they snuck out at night together. Here’s their story:
Chris was a fourteen year old boy; who was in 8th grade, and attended Mill Creek Middle School. He was very fond of dancing, but his grades were always first priority. He wasn’t a straight a student, but never got less than a 3.5 GPA. He got along with his parents most of the time, and made friends with almost anyone. He was very athletic, and did track and football at school. His favorite dance was breakin’, as in break dancing, he was a pro.
Then comes Alexia, a fifteen year old sophomore girl; attended Thomas Jefferson High School. She was and outstanding track star, and a killer point guard for JV. Besides running track, and playing basketball, Alexia had a spark for dancing. This was a very minor part of her life; she didn’t do it much, only when people asked her to. Her grades were very dear to her, she didn’t try hard in school, she barley tried at all; but her grades were important to her.
These two didn’t have much in common when they first met, or thought they didn’t, but boy oh boy were they wrong. These two love birds met at break practice. At first they didn’t really know who they were but, soon when they started breakin’ more and more, they started getting to know each other. But this wasn’t the first place they met, they had met earlier that year when those two and 4 others went to a break competition together. They talked, and sat together at this competition. They also laughed, watched the show, cheered, and took pictures, ECT.
Then they started their very own break practice with 6 people. Three of them brothers, Chris, Nigel, and Luis; and the other three were best friends, Alexis, Shana, and Rene. They practiced hard; they practiced school days, weekends, whenever they could to perfect their routine. The whole crew met up at Alexis’s house to practice, and the beach wasn’t that far from her house. On the hot days, when they finished early, everyone agreed to walk down to the beach. Down at the beach, they walked on the dock alone, talked and had a good time. At first they didn’t notice but they didn’t look forward to break practice anymore, but instead they looked forward to seeing each other. That same day the whole group decided to play Truth or Dare. Sooner or later, one of Chris’s brother dared Chris to kiss Alexis, and he did. He put his arm around her, and leaned over and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. If you ever meet Chris, he will say that is the most treasured moment with Alexis.
The two got to know each other better and better, and they both realized that they liked the other. One day one the phone Chris asked her if she liked him, and she answered she did. Right then and there Chris asked her out, and she said “Yes.” It made him feel like the happiest man in the world. Time passed, the couple got closer and closer and couldn’t live without each other. Then strategy struck the two’s perfect relationship. Rumors started spreading, parents didn’t want them together, jealous friend tried breaking them apart, parents from both sides refused to let the two meet. This called for drastic measures, so Chris, not having his license, started to take the car out at night during summer to go see Alexis. This is how the two met each other until 2 months later Chris got caught getting back into the house. Since that day, the couple have been in trouble, but never gave up hope, and today they still are together, and show no signs of fading love.
Chris was a fourteen year old boy; who was in 8th grade, and attended Mill Creek Middle School. He was very fond of dancing, but his grades were always first priority. He wasn’t a straight a student, but never got less than a 3.5 GPA. He got along with his parents most of the time, and made friends with almost anyone. He was very athletic, and did track and football at school. His favorite dance was breakin’, as in break dancing, he was a pro.
Then comes Alexia, a fifteen year old sophomore girl; attended Thomas Jefferson High School. She was and outstanding track star, and a killer point guard for JV. Besides running track, and playing basketball, Alexia had a spark for dancing. This was a very minor part of her life; she didn’t do it much, only when people asked her to. Her grades were very dear to her, she didn’t try hard in school, she barley tried at all; but her grades were important to her.
These two didn’t have much in common when they first met, or thought they didn’t, but boy oh boy were they wrong. These two love birds met at break practice. At first they didn’t really know who they were but, soon when they started breakin’ more and more, they started getting to know each other. But this wasn’t the first place they met, they had met earlier that year when those two and 4 others went to a break competition together. They talked, and sat together at this competition. They also laughed, watched the show, cheered, and took pictures, ECT.
Then they started their very own break practice with 6 people. Three of them brothers, Chris, Nigel, and Luis; and the other three were best friends, Alexis, Shana, and Rene. They practiced hard; they practiced school days, weekends, whenever they could to perfect their routine. The whole crew met up at Alexis’s house to practice, and the beach wasn’t that far from her house. On the hot days, when they finished early, everyone agreed to walk down to the beach. Down at the beach, they walked on the dock alone, talked and had a good time. At first they didn’t notice but they didn’t look forward to break practice anymore, but instead they looked forward to seeing each other. That same day the whole group decided to play Truth or Dare. Sooner or later, one of Chris’s brother dared Chris to kiss Alexis, and he did. He put his arm around her, and leaned over and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. If you ever meet Chris, he will say that is the most treasured moment with Alexis.
The two got to know each other better and better, and they both realized that they liked the other. One day one the phone Chris asked her if she liked him, and she answered she did. Right then and there Chris asked her out, and she said “Yes.” It made him feel like the happiest man in the world. Time passed, the couple got closer and closer and couldn’t live without each other. Then strategy struck the two’s perfect relationship. Rumors started spreading, parents didn’t want them together, jealous friend tried breaking them apart, parents from both sides refused to let the two meet. This called for drastic measures, so Chris, not having his license, started to take the car out at night during summer to go see Alexis. This is how the two met each other until 2 months later Chris got caught getting back into the house. Since that day, the couple have been in trouble, but never gave up hope, and today they still are together, and show no signs of fading love.
A Box In Her Pocket Pt. 4
The two got to know each other better and better, and they both realized that they liked the other. One day one the phone Chris asked her if she liked him, and she answered she did. Right then and there Chris asked her out, and she said “Yes.” It made him feel like the happiest man in the world. Time passed, the couple got closer and closer and couldn’t live without each other. Then strategy struck the two’s perfect relationship. Rumors started spreading, parents didn’t want them together, jealous friend tried breaking them apart, parents from both sides refused to let the two meet. This called for drastic measures, so Chris, not having his license, started to take the car out at night during summer to go see Alexis. This is how the two met each other until 2 months later Chris got caught getting back into the house. Since that day, the couple have been in trouble, but never gave up hope, and today they still are together, and show no signs of fading love.
A Box In Her Pocket Pt. 3
Then they started their very own break practice with 6 people. Three of them brothers, Chris, Nigel, and Luis; and the other three were best friends, Alexis, Shana, and Rene. They practiced hard; they practiced school days, weekends, whenever they could to perfect their routine. The whole crew met up at Alexis’s house to practice, and the beach wasn’t that far from her house. On the hot days, when they finished early, everyone agreed to walk down to the beach. Down at the beach, they walked on the dock alone, talked and had a good time. At first they didn’t notice but they didn’t look forward to break practice anymore, but instead they looked forward to seeing each other. That same day the whole group decided to play Truth or Dare. Sooner or later, one of Chris’s brother dared Chris to kiss Alexis, and he did. He put his arm around her, and leaned over and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. If you ever meet Chris, he will say that is the most treasured moment with Alexis.
A Box In Her Pocket Pt. 2
Then comes Alexia, a fifteen year old sophomore girl; attended Thomas Jefferson High School. She was and outstanding track star, and a killer point guard for JV. Besides running track, and playing basketball, Alexia had a spark for dancing. This was a very minor part of her life; she didn’t do it much, only when people asked her to. Her grades were very dear to her, she didn’t try hard in school, she barley tried at all; but her grades were important to her.
These two didn’t have much in common when they first met, or thought they didn’t, but boy oh boy were they wrong. These two love birds met at break practice. At first they didn’t really know who they were but, soon when they started breakin’ more and more, they started getting to know each other. But this wasn’t the first place they met, they had met earlier that year when those two and 4 others went to a break competition together. They talked, and sat together at this competition. They also laughed, watched the show, cheered, and took pictures, ECT.
These two didn’t have much in common when they first met, or thought they didn’t, but boy oh boy were they wrong. These two love birds met at break practice. At first they didn’t really know who they were but, soon when they started breakin’ more and more, they started getting to know each other. But this wasn’t the first place they met, they had met earlier that year when those two and 4 others went to a break competition together. They talked, and sat together at this competition. They also laughed, watched the show, cheered, and took pictures, ECT.
A Box In Her Pocket Pt. 1
She touched the box in her pocket and smiled. Knowing that no matter how far her love is moving he would always love her. Nothing could separate them; nothing could make one doubt the other. He proposed to her the day of his flight. It was last minute, but she loved him, and she knew he loved her. That was also the reason he was leaving her to go to another state, halfway across the nation. Just because neither of their parents agreed that they were good for each other. Maybe this was because they started going out at a young age, or maybe because they lied a lot, or because they snuck out at night together. Here’s their story:
Chris was a fourteen year old boy; who was in 8th grade, and attended Mill Creek Middle School. He was very fond of dancing, but his grades were always first priority. He wasn’t a straight a student, but never got less than a 3.5 GPA. He got along with his parents most of the time, and made friends with almost anyone. He was very athletic, and did track and football at school. His favorite dance was breakin’, as in break dancing, he was a pro.
Chris was a fourteen year old boy; who was in 8th grade, and attended Mill Creek Middle School. He was very fond of dancing, but his grades were always first priority. He wasn’t a straight a student, but never got less than a 3.5 GPA. He got along with his parents most of the time, and made friends with almost anyone. He was very athletic, and did track and football at school. His favorite dance was breakin’, as in break dancing, he was a pro.
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