Event Essay 1

Event Essay 1

  • Submitted By: Wyattisneato
  • Date Submitted: 03/08/2012 7:58 AM
  • Category: English
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Event essay
Since I started school at this high school I have been bicycling to my bus stop in the morning and home afterschool. I have been doing this for a couple weeks and have slowly been venturing to new lands. I have gone to my favorite 7-eleven to get a purple flavored Slurpee (his words not mine).i like to ride around my neighborhood with my bike that I like, but not so much anymore. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon when I set out for my big ride, 3.33 miles and that ain’t even a round trip, to my local Wal-Mart. I was heading there for a book by harper lee. “To kill a mockingbird” a highly unlikely scenario given the individual and his preferred Wal-Mart purchases. So I was heading down the back road so as to avoid majorly congested roads because it was after all the five o’ clock rush hour. I crossed paths with people who lived on memory lane and happy street. Past a goat farm next to a church, a farmers market and a bus stop. Finally I approach my destination; closing in on the crosswalk I grip my brake bar. I press the button repeatedly, engulfed with anticipation and excitement. Waiting for the light to change was torture. And then *BLING* the light changes from red hand to white man crossing a street. I slowly stroll across the jet black road taking each step as a gift and a blessing. When of course the light changes once more to a doomsday countdown clock and I’m forced to head on. Engines start to roar and tires start to move, so I run for it. My heart starts to race and my feet start to quake when I hit that cement I know I’m home free. I jump on the bike and start hauling it to the store because I know I must get home before my curfew. I head across the parking lot and straight into a bike rack. Tying up my bike is nerve wrecking and “I can’t fight this feeling anymore, because I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for”. That part of the song keeps on playing repeat in my mind over and over until I step inside by myself, my own free man. The...

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