A post is far better than a deer....or at least that's what I told my parents.
Anxiety overwhelmed my entire being. The sweat dripping from my palms could have drowned me. "I can't believe this," said my mother gazing out of the window for what seemed to be eternity. What was outside was a lot easier to handle then what was in. How could I have done this, and how could I have lied." "Yes, one was severely injured" said an authoritative voice through what seemed to be a walky-talky. "No, don't try to move, you'll make it worse." These voices lingered around the room as I had slowly regained consciousness. Looking around, I felt a strong blow. To the left, was the one person that knew me best, the one that would steal my clothes regardless of if it fit her, the one who called me "little brother". "Yeah the post happened to do an absurd amount of damage to the vehicle" said the walky-talky.
Why her? Why not me?
She didn't wake up till 8 months later.
50 cent and the pervoscope....the only two ingredients to a successful spring break.
Ready to leave our hotel room and get some dinner, something caught my attention; not so much something as someone. Was that who I thought it was? The intentional disguising of sunglasses and hat turned out to be what had brought the most notice.
"Heyy uh, I think I'm going to stay here for a little bit," I said.
Waiting for my friends to leave, I sprinted to the door. Peering out of the eye hole, a light shone through the door of my destination room. What's the worse that could happen?
Quickly, I approached the door and felt myself push. More clothes, food, and jewelry one could ever imagine. Snooping through envelopes and trying on at least 15 pairs of sneakers...I felt a hand on my shoulder. Attempting to move my paralyzed body, an extended hand came toward me.
"Curtis Jackson...you?"
Roses leading to her front door, and frozen M&Ms in the pool, the only ingredients to a successful homecoming request.
Heart pounding and palms sweating, rushing to perfect the scenery. Was I missing anything? Headlights flash past the window as I hear her tires rolling against the pavement. My hand glides against the light switch and the room goes black. The click of the key echoes around the room. The door swings open, there she was. My queen.
"Hello?" her black silhouette stands in the doorway.
"Surprise!!!!" comes from the guests.
"Welcome back Mom"
Mint Chocolate Brownie ice cream on my bed, and love in my heart.
There she was with two spoons, as she had always been for the past four years on every Sunday night. Gazing at her smile gave me the same feeling that I've had since the day she bumped into me in the hallway. The gentleness in her voice continues to send chills down my spine, the warmth of her touch fills my heart with the contant reassurance that she will be there. Sharing the only type of ice cream that I've ever eaten, my life felt complete.
18 roses on her balcony seemed like a good idea at the time...
Coming home from such a stresstful semester, she was the only thought on my mind. I had to do something special. As the roses lay in the bed of snow, I stepped back to admire my work of art. Anticipating her call of gratitude, a sense tranquility came over me. Minutes went by, then hours, then soon days. Nothing. What was going on?
After what seemed to be eternity, the phone rings.
"Are you Philip George?" said a deep voice.
Worry swelled up insde me, causing my heart to clench as the background voices increased to blend of crying and shouting. "How could she? We told her to stay off of it, too much ice!"..."She was our only daughter"
"We have bad news regarding Miss Erica".......
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