Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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Later that night, I was behind the wheel of my G-Wagon with Melissa in the passenger seat. She didn’t feel like driving since she was on the road all day and I understood so I didn’t mind when she asked me to. I had been tight-lipped. She kept eyeballing me as if she detected that something was bothering me but I just kept singing to my India Arie as if I was carefree. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on or no” Melissa said disrupting my own personal concert. I stopped singing and took a quick glance at her and placed my attention back on the road, “What?” Melissa stared at me, “I said are you going to tell me what’s going on or no?” Melissa had that authoritative sound in her voice. That toned that made my defenses come down…show more content…
“What if I told you that I had suspicions?” “Suspicions about what?” “About Paul” Melissa sat up in her seat, I could tell that her concerned demeanor was evolving into a mad black woman who was ready to take on the world just so that I wouldn’t hurt. I loved her for that. “Gay suspicions? Cheating suspicions?” she inquired. “No not gay but…” “Cheating” she blurted out as she finished my sentence, “I told you that he was no good. I told you but you said that he would never do that to you. You said that he was not your normal man, that he was one that would change the world.” “Please let’s not go into the I told you so’s, that is not why I told you.” “Do you have proof?” “Not hardcore proof no, just my womanly intuition.” “And you know good and well that the intuition never lies.” “I know.” “So what do you want to do?” A few minutes went by. I went from the 270 highway onto the 71 North highway. We were headed towards the Polaris area for a night of live music and great company. Melissa stared at me. She was patiently waiting for the answer to her question. It was a question that I had to take time to ponder about it. It was not a question that I was ready to answer out loud to anybody not even myself. Melissa had blinked her eyes several times. Just when I thought that she was bored, she uttered out the same exact question to me, “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know.” “Have you at least thought about it?”
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