Old Weights - Original Writing

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

Weight, both physical and mental, has various meanings for the men of Alpha Company. As men caught in the middle of an international

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

That new handler will clench the door handle with an excitement that can not be measured. The transition into the drivers seat is so smooth and mesmerizing. He will become a new man. Gripping the coarse steering wheel, the feeling of euphoria carries him over to the shifter, the sense of power is running through his veins. Shifting into drive is a pleasure he respects each and every time. Driving down the main strip of town the hair on the back of his neck, irritated at first by the change in temperature, is now standing in applause of his decision to take the car for a midnight cruise.

Garrick, Drive Smart week was finally upon us. The initial anger I had felt vanished, but I was still disappointed that I was being limited. The week was running smoothly but the week’s event had stirred up unresolved feelings amongst my classmates. I will never forget sitting in Mrs. Becker’s medical terminology class listening to Joel Wooley cry. We had just returned from a safe driving assembly, and it unleased Joel’s feelings. Joel was a man’s man, he was over six feet tall, a football player, who was always smiling and making a joke. This outbreak of emotion was completely out of character. The way his cries echoed off the classroom walls was haunting. He sobbed at the loss of his close childhood friend. His breath would catch as if he wasn’t getting enough oxygen to his lungs then let out a long bellow. The entire room felt nothing but despair, myself included knowing that I had caused this pain. Joel was feeling this way because I wouldn’t let Drive Smart go. He was being reminded that he will never see Kevin again because I was being selfish. Here I thought I was helping by promoting a good cause, when all I was doing was hurting my

The rest of the ride was smooth and silent, at least on the outside; inside of me I felt like a soda bottle someone had shaken up long enough till it was about to explode. All the resentment I had felt for Patty had came up again on the one hour drive. I couldn’t believe her! She should’ve told me it was a dine and dash. Here I was, driving around, sticking my neck out so she can have her night of fun, and she doesn’t even bother to tell me what we’re doing.

When we pulled into my drive way, I unbuckled my seatbelt, looking anywhere but him. As I reached for the door he grabbed my hand and said, “I think it’s okay for us to

Everyone in the car let out a collective breath as our car crunched over the gravel turning into Arrowhead Resort in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The tension slowly drained out of Amy’s face as she came to the realization that we weren’t going to be late after all. Luke, situated between Abby and me in the back seat, groggily peered around, taking in the rundown surroundings that had changed drastically since he had last been awake. The tiredness of being up since 3:45 in the morning slowly slipped away as we waved to friends of the family that we were meeting there. Matt parked the car among the hundreds that were already sporadically parked, and we all piled out, ready for the float trip.

I could never afford this car, yet I am about to go for a ride in it, I couldn’t pass this experience up!. My heart stopped as I sat in the passenger's seat. The car smelled like Caleb’s Cologne, the interior was a black leather, cool on the back of my legs. I was so stunned that I was in this car….with Caleb Johnson. The school’s basketball star. He was soon to go to UCLA to play college basketball.

“Come on! Let’s get going!” Catherine was already out the door, heading to my car. I followed her, planning to stop her, because I still did not feel very confident in my own driving. However, all the girls were already in my brand new mercedes, looking at me expectantly. I opened the door to the front seat, and felt my stomach drop. Something bad was going to come of this. I ignored the feeling, though, and took my seat. Fifteen minutes into the drive, everything was going fine. We had found a parking spot, and I was pulling into it. Suddenly, I heard a door open.

“Stay here and don’t come out,” Spencer began. “because I have no idea how this is going to go.” None of us dared to say a word. The other driver opened her door. Out stepped young woman of no more than thirty, her face creased from the unattractive frown on her reddened face. She and Spencer began to converse. After a while of sweating within the confines of the van, I opened the doors to let some air in. Finally, some conversation broke out between

Along with machines and free weights, you are also supposed to take care of the right technique because in absence of which you will not gain good

“Tell mom I love her,” said Trevor as he got up and attacked the man in the passenger seat. Trevor had managed to slip from the rope that bound his hands.

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Dangit! I'm gonna be late!" He darted into the kitchen and swiped up his bag and his keys, then ran out the door, frantically fumbling with the keys to lock the door behind him. Once it was finally locked, he started running to his bus stop, hissing as the rain hit him and attempted to soak his hair. He dashed to the bus stop, seeing his bus about to leave. Feeling grateful, he smiled at the bus driver, Mrs. Kenna, and sat in his usual seat behind her as she started driving. "Good morning Justin, did you almost sleep in?" Justin blushed with frustration and embarrassment, shaking his head in view of her mirror and letting raindrops fall out of his hair. "No, just took awhile eating breakfast and picking my outfit." Mrs. Kenna smiles kindly, "It's okay, you know I always wait a bit extra if you haven't gotten here yet." Justin smiles, "Yeah, I know." "If it helps, you look nice as usual." Justin beamed at her, letting her compliment sink in and drown out the frustrated thought swimming in his head. "Thank you, Mrs. Kenna." She nods and smiles as their conversation ends, leaving her to drive and him to stare out the window in awe at the flowers they pass by.