Final 1

Period 1

5-26-2015

Final part 1

There is a sudden pause, everything around me shifts in slow motion. Attempting to cope with the stress, I close my eyes and whisper to myself, “this is not happening, it can’t be.” I can feel my heart pounding against my chest; I can feel my blood rushing from my head to the very bottom of my feet. Everything began earlier that day, the sun was high in the sky. The gleaming sun rays hit my face bringing me out of a comma like state. Today was a day like any other. I got up and got ready for school. I had breakfast, then left as always, but today was a day bound to be engraved in my memory forever. I was always worried of my surroundings; I mean you have to be in the streets of South Central. While walking toward school I can hear indistinct voices coming from an alley. To my surprise it was two trash collectors arguing about the smell of the trash that they had promptly collected. The smell was very pungent; you can feel the breeze coming up from the ground and entering your nostrils, suffocating you until you no longer could. I sqwermished at the fact that something could leave such a smell. Time went by slow that day at school. It was a relive to hear the bell at the end of the day and thinking about getting home. As any other day, I walked with my friend Luis, because him and I walked in the same general direction. We were approached by a beat down Honda Civic. The driver and the passenger were both intimidating; the shouted at us asking were we were from. We stood there quietly and as still as we could. They finally tsked away. It had not been but 600 feet when another car came, ramming into them. The two men lay in the seat half wounded. Then the two people came out of the other car (the one that had struck the red car) and pulled out weapons. I heard a gunshot, one after another, there is a sudden pause, everything around me shifts in slow motion. Attempting to cope with the stress, I close my eyes and whisper to myself, “this is not happening, it can’t be.” I can feel my heart pounding against my chest; I can feel my blood rushing from my head to the very bottom of my feet. I hesitate to look up. I could only hear muffled sounds, a heavy zing in my ears impaired me. I could smell the burned rubber and see the smoke rise from below. My mouth went dry, which made it hard to speak. My friend snapped me out of my trance. We could no longer watch.

05-01-15

Period 1

 A Day In Spring

            The air is swift and breathtaking. The aromas of the newly developed flowers fill the air. The sun´s heat gleams on my face. It's a new day, a day in the spring. As I strolled down my street, I noticed a quite distressed person.

 Not knowing who it was I proceeded with caution. To my surprise, it was my pal, Sydney. He was in quite of a predicament. He wonderd if to either walk the robust path towards the desert hills or to take a plug-in the pool. I helped him come to a conclusion. Since I am a big fan of swimming, we both decided to throw a pool party with all our other pals. He called them up and soon after they arrived.

 Teenagers like I, have a tendency to ignore the little things in life, like every detail and emotion we experience, but this day I did not. I remember the damp, moist grass huging against the skin of my feet. The frigid concrete which where the pool was laid out. The water was as warm as any other day, but was still refreshing to the touch. As we ran in, the water splashed and whirled furiously. Then everything came to a standstill. I noticed a very pungent smell, the smell of chlorine, in the water. Although it did not bother my sense of smell, it did affect my eyes when I retreated from underwater. We swam and laughed at all the little things we did.

 In a short amount of time, the sun was in the horizon. My pals and I decided to go on a journey towards a burger joint across a small desert. We all got out of the pool. At this moment the feeling of sundown struck us. We were all in fear of the desert, but we were safe in numbers... or so we thought.

 As we walked towards the small dirt hill which lead to the desert my breathing altered. My lungs contracted at a faster rate. I could feel my heart also, beat at more accelerated rate. I could feel my eyes widen. Every step I took I felt a plethora of adrenaline being released from my adrenal gland. Josh, a friend of mine, began to panic at the slightest noise. *THUMP* we all turned in horror. The desert was dark and alone now. It was only us and the Joshua trees. We spotted a disturbing shadow sweep in front of us. A cold chill ran through my spine. I could not move a muscle as if I were to be paralyzed. The hair on my arm began to rise. "Oh no, let's get out of here!" exclaimed Sydney. My legs began to move so as if they were out of control. I could not stop. With every step, I kicked the dirt behind me. Deep gasps of air began to fill the expanse. I ran until I no longer could, and so did my pals behind me. We never decided to go through the desert again.