Just Another Day

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Jorge Quintero
C. Taylor
English 1GT
8 September, 2009 Just a nonher day.
I dropped my underused, ancient cell phone into my deep pocket.
“Hey mom, we’re passing to the bayou!”
“We’re” referred to David and I. David was a nice guy, but he did not stick up for any individuality. He was very scrawny, weak, and had bulb-shaped varicose veins. A five-foot idiot, he also had much overturn being soci ally inclined. He always followed people who wouldn’t hurt him. Loser.
My mother watched over us as we dead soul from the back of our house. I guess it was a motherly occasion to do though sometimes she would scream out my reveal and wave uncontrollably. Now that would be embarrassing.
The moment we stepped onto the grass of the bayou, I redirected him to the dirt path in the center of the whole walkway and began our small journey from there.
“Where are we going?” David questioned with curiosity.
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“To the lake. I gotta install you an epic vie--,” David didn’t let me finish before he started pointing out very interesting disclosed places in the creek to the left of us, and the thickets to the right of us. It did look more beautiful than usual.



The set up seemed to blend in beautifully with the tall trees and sparse houses, a nice verdant look. The blend of concrete and grasses fit perfectly, all reflected on the creek at the bottom of the path.
“I aspect you would be doing something else for the fourth of July, David.”
“Well nothing better than spending it with trees and grasses, eh?”
After he made his statement, I began to feel aware about my history of all the times I had with much(prenominal) a simplistic gift of nature. I had my eyes on the dirt path in front of me. I succumbed to silence.
“What? What happened?!” I was completely shocked.
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He hid behind me once he comprehend a Pit-bull bark at him. I assumed-though...If you want to decease a full essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com



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