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From all the way up in the nosebleed section, I had a better on my tiny phone screen, watching the game online, which died 5 minutes in. It was after 9:00 and I really wanted to leave, but I promised my best friend that I’d take him to one game for his birthday. We got our tickets mixed up and he ended up on the sideline and me in the last row up. The first half passed with a score of 3-3, nothing interesting happened. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was they didn’t play the second half because of some power outage of something. I was never happier then when I sat in my warm, comfy car for the drive home.
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I had the best seats in the stadium. Dead center on the halfway line. So close I could smell the players sitting on the bench. I even got some autographs! It was 9:00 PM but I was wide awake. The first half was fantastic. My favorite player Bob Smith scored on a breakaway after the first touch of the game. Then, the other team scored three lucky goals, one from a HORRIBLE call, and two from sloppy defense by the new guy. With 5 minutes left, Bob scored his two more goals, one on a penalty kick from a malevolent slide tackle in the box, and the third goal from a diving header, only a few seconds before the end of the half, to complete his hat trick. The second half was cancelled due to a power outage, but I was still elated from the amazing experience.
Mr. Jeffery was teaching us about dissecting with microscopes, frog in hand. His speech was as boring as possible, so I was not paying attention to him or his frog. My eyes were wandering when I brought them to a stop on the covered tray with the other twelve frogs. As I watched, the top shuddered, as did the rest of the container. All of a sudden, the top exploded outward, frogs flying everywhere. One frog hit James Fedora right in the face as he was sharpening his pencil. He fell backward and one of his flailing arms smashed the fire alarm. Water poured from the jets above, soaking everyone in the classroom. I knew there was a reason I didn’t like biology.
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In my opinion, science class is the best! Everyday we learn something new. Today Mr. Jeffery was teaching us about dissecting frogs. Awesome! Next to me, my best friend James Fedora broke his pencil tip while scribbling down notes, he is a crazy straight ‘A’ student, but a total prankster. He sharpens his pencil, then as he is coming to sit back down, he grins at me and pokes the fire alarm, a little too hard. Just at the same time, the frog container explodes open, and one frog hits him right in the face! Now there is complete chaos, frogs everywhere, water spewing from the ceiling. Like I said, science is the best!
As we left my house the screen door shut with a loud bang because the slowing mechanism broke, but it has just one of those things you come so accustomed to you don’t notice it most of the time. I, Albert Ruckner, and my friend, Steven Hyde, stepped into my dirty grey f150 pick-up truck that was sitting in the gravel driveway of my white farm house in rural Indiana. The truck started with a grumble and I backed out of the drive way, the gravel crunching with every movement of the tires. The early morning sun was just peaking over the freshly plowed fields of crops and it seemed as though fire was shooting up from the earth. My grumpy companion was obviously not a morning person as I. I wonder what a morning like this is to him…
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My head felt as though Thor himself had struck me with his mighty hammer and my eyes as if lead weights were attached to the lids and I was fighting to keep them open. My mom’s car comes to a slow stop and I thrust open the door and step onto my friend, Albert’s front lawn. Walking towards the front door, the wet dew viciously soaks through my shoes in an attempt to soil my socks and make this awful morning even worse. I look through the screen door to see Al standing there with a great big goofy smile and eyes that glowed like that of a sapphire. Crack! Albert steps through the screen door and the stupid thing slams shut, reaching my eardrums and devastating my head. I wish, with a great passion may I add, that he would get that door replaced so every time I come here I don’t have to deal with it slamming left and right. I sluggishly got into the passenger seat of his dirty embarrassment of a truck and we drove off over the rough and noisy gravel of his drive way. The sun burnt my eyes as my lids closed and I dosed back to the place I should be at 6 o’clock in the morning, sleep.
I drove slowly on the boulevard watching the scenery flash by before me. It was a bright sunny day and I was having a great day. Everything had been going my way. I made a turn onto Patterson Creek and as I did so a black SUV came soaring around the corner without even touching the breaks. I felt the car crunch and spin around. I opened my eyes and was hanging down from the seat, wondering what is the warm tickling substance streaming across my face?
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Today had sucked. I woke up and my parents were screaming at me about how school started in five minutes. I jumped out of bed and ran out the door. Awesome. No breakfast. I jumped in my SUV and sped throughout the neighborhood, dragging around each corner. As I turned off Patterson Creek onto Crowley Ave. a blue Prius slowly came into view. I had no time to hit the brakes. I slammed into the tiny car and watched as it flew across the street. My SUV only took bumpeer damage but as I looked at the Prius, the image of a crumpled paper ball came into my head.
~A Passerby~
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me down the hallway. The weight of my backpack held me down but I didn’t care. Anything, anything would be better than having to go to detention with him. That demon teacher would lock me in his room for as long as it took for the janitors to find me the next day. I stopped in my tracks when I spotted the female and male student standing in the middle of an empty hallway. The teenage boy was a foot taller than the slim girl and had her hair in his hand, pulling furiously and she was trying to hold in screams of pain. My heart thudded loudly and I turned, dropping my bag and, now free from the weight of my lead textbooks, and ran for help.
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~I Can Explain~
Jeez, I’m going to be late at this rate. I can’t believe they give us only 5 minutes to switch classes when the teachers always hold you back and never seem to have the care to give a late pass. I’m getting sick of this. I sped up my pace and pulled my jacket on, the one with the large, shiny buttons that Dayna got me for my birthday last weekend. She really knows how to pick them. I fumbled with the sleeves and my backpack’s shoulder strap dug into my shoulder. A girl I recognized from my biology class came out of nowhere and hit my uncoordinated arm, her darks curls snagging into those shiny buttons. Being the panicked klutz that I am, I panicked and pulled my arm haphazardly back, hoping the curls would slide from where they were caught. They didn’t. The hallway was empty and a younger freshman ran from a conjoining hallway, her eyes widening at the scene of my arm pulling at my biology classmate’s hair. She dropped her bag and ran away in complete alarm. I sighed; this would take some explaining.
-I heard Jeff complaining about how hard it was to find the information for his research report. I would have just continued to read my book, but I just couldn't stand how kids these days take everything for granted. "I've been searching for like five minutes already and I haven't found ANYTHING!" Jeff exclaimed. I stood up and walked over to him."You know, back in my day, we didn't have the personal computation devices and the world wide web. We had this crazy place called a library. You had to walk to it up hill both ways through the deep snow and then when you got there, you were lucky if you even found what you were looking for. Even if you did find it, it took you at least 3 hours. Whenever I went to the library I would have to leave in the morning, and then pack a lunch and dinner, 'cause you wouldn't get back until dusk!". Jeff looked at me like I was crazy. I don't understand what is wrong with this new generation!
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-I walked back from the library to find a nice lunch waiting for me. "Why are you all slouched down? Didn't find your book?" my grandfather asked. "No I found my book, but its so big, it will take at least a week to read it." I responded meekly. "Are you for serious? You have NO idea how lucky you are to have books and libraries. Back when I was a kid, we didn't have any of these newfangled printing presses and books and libraries. We just had whatever the ol' man knew. Wanted to know how how that mountain is? Too bad. If your ol' man didn't know it you were out of luck. Want to know what plants are poisonous? Well if your ol' man don't know, then you either test it your self or go cry in a corner." I looked at my grandfather like he was crazy. He got so worked up and it was so hot out that he was sweating. I looked out the window at the flat plains surrounding us and then started reading my book. I guess things are easier now.
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