Hurriedly, I buckled my seatbelt, placed in my keys in the ignition, and adjusted my rear view mirror. It was then, I caught a glimpse of the Victorian mansion across the street. I had almost forgotten about the arrangement I had grudgingly accepted to help clean the attic. But after a quick scan of my surroundings, I quickly realized the vicinity was absent of any dump truck. So maybe they forgot, I shrugged, hoping this piece of logic would justify my actions. Giving one last wary look, I concluded that I free to go and zoom off accordingly.
Lake Willowberry wasn’t an enormous lake, but it was sizable, with the approximate circumference length of a rounded football field. The lake was in the forest, and the forest encroached the south side of my fence, standing tall like a citadel of pine trees. So the drive would take only an estimated five minutes. At most. Turning off the main concrete road, I trundled down a dirt path that led into the woods. The trees that had once looked menacing yesterday, now appeared friendly, welcoming, with outstretched open arms. A possible sign of good fortune? I mused. It wasn't long until I arrived at a dusty circular opening. A makeshift parking lot. To my surprise, it was already crowded, exploding with vehicles. My Mustang crept in slowly, and expertly I managed to squeeze into a narrow space. The sun was warm as I stepped out of the car, only countered by a slight breeze. Walking out from around the cove of pine trees, I came to an open patch of sprawling green grass. In view, there was a significant size group of seniors, laughing, barbecuing, splashing in the lake. Upon sight, I felt a nostalgia of fond summer memories. “Jareeeeed!” I heard my name shout. “How’s my boy doing!” Recognizing the voice at once, I deciphered that it was Justin, one of my closest friends. The yell caught the attention of a few others, and soon they began calling my name, striding towards me. “Thought you weren’t going to show up,” Justin chuckled, clapping me a high five-chest bump. Justin Hart's conspicuously tall height made him noticeable among a crowd. Standing at six feet, six inches, our heights were nearly the same. With a two-inch difference, he, being taller. But somehow he seemed a great deal longer. I had met Justin and Conner in eighth grade, and since then, we had been close friends. At the high school, people liked Justin because of his extraversion and comical nature. In the past, he always used to concoct prank ideas but now that we were seniors he had become more mature. Slightly. The sun shined on Justin's hair transforming it to a strawberry blond. In room lighting, it often looked brown. In any light, however, his cheeks always looked red. Conner had presumed this was because Justin was always laughing. “Hey Jared, how’s it going?” came Conner next, giving me a fist bump while his other arm wrapped around …show more content…
Eagerly joining the rest of the group we played for awhile. After frisbee, however we decided to test out the lake’s chilly water by braving back flips off of a jutting rock called Devil’s Chin. I was never exactly told why it was called Devil's Chin, but once, there was a rumor that the devil himself lived in the lake. It was obviously just a supertious story, but in a town like East Bay, some took it to be literal.
After some time, I returned to the grassy area and rested, supine, soaking in the sun’s warmth. I took in a deep breath and closed his eyes when suddenly, a dark shadow fell upon me. My eyes opened in response, and immediately I felt an acidic mixture of morose and rage. The shadow standing over me belonged to none other than the dirty-blonde hair, spray-tanned, voluptuous figure of my ex-girlfriend Leena. She smirked with her hands on her hips wearing nothing but a very revealing red bikini.
“Like, where have you been hiding all day?” she said, her eyes narrowing with a coy smile playing on her lips. Immediately I felt a sense of revulsion, how could she stand casually and act like nothing was wrong? Leena rolled her eyes, then flopped down next to me. I didn’t want to
Lake Willowberry wasn’t an enormous lake, but it was sizable, with the approximate circumference length of a rounded football field. The lake was in the forest, and the forest encroached the south side of my fence, standing tall like a citadel of pine trees. So the drive would take only an estimated five minutes. At most. Turning off the main concrete road, I trundled down a dirt path that led into the woods. The trees that had once looked menacing yesterday, now appeared friendly, welcoming, with outstretched open arms. A possible sign of good fortune? I mused. It wasn't long until I arrived at a dusty circular opening. A makeshift parking lot. To my surprise, it was already crowded, exploding with vehicles. My Mustang crept in slowly, and expertly I managed to squeeze into a narrow space. The sun was warm as I stepped out of the car, only countered by a slight breeze. Walking out from around the cove of pine trees, I came to an open patch of sprawling green grass. In view, there was a significant size group of seniors, laughing, barbecuing, splashing in the lake. Upon sight, I felt a nostalgia of fond summer memories. “Jareeeeed!” I heard my name shout. “How’s my boy doing!” Recognizing the voice at once, I deciphered that it was Justin, one of my closest friends. The yell caught the attention of a few others, and soon they began calling my name, striding towards me. “Thought you weren’t going to show up,” Justin chuckled, clapping me a high five-chest bump. Justin Hart's conspicuously tall height made him noticeable among a crowd. Standing at six feet, six inches, our heights were nearly the same. With a two-inch difference, he, being taller. But somehow he seemed a great deal longer. I had met Justin and Conner in eighth grade, and since then, we had been close friends. At the high school, people liked Justin because of his extraversion and comical nature. In the past, he always used to concoct prank ideas but now that we were seniors he had become more mature. Slightly. The sun shined on Justin's hair transforming it to a strawberry blond. In room lighting, it often looked brown. In any light, however, his cheeks always looked red. Conner had presumed this was because Justin was always laughing. “Hey Jared, how’s it going?” came Conner next, giving me a fist bump while his other arm wrapped around …show more content…
Eagerly joining the rest of the group we played for awhile. After frisbee, however we decided to test out the lake’s chilly water by braving back flips off of a jutting rock called Devil’s Chin. I was never exactly told why it was called Devil's Chin, but once, there was a rumor that the devil himself lived in the lake. It was obviously just a supertious story, but in a town like East Bay, some took it to be literal.
After some time, I returned to the grassy area and rested, supine, soaking in the sun’s warmth. I took in a deep breath and closed his eyes when suddenly, a dark shadow fell upon me. My eyes opened in response, and immediately I felt an acidic mixture of morose and rage. The shadow standing over me belonged to none other than the dirty-blonde hair, spray-tanned, voluptuous figure of my ex-girlfriend Leena. She smirked with her hands on her hips wearing nothing but a very revealing red bikini.
“Like, where have you been hiding all day?” she said, her eyes narrowing with a coy smile playing on her lips. Immediately I felt a sense of revulsion, how could she stand casually and act like nothing was wrong? Leena rolled her eyes, then flopped down next to me. I didn’t want to