“Don’t stay out too late, and be careful!” my mom called over her shoulder from where she stood in front of the kitchen sink. “I will. I’ll have to be home before eleven thirty since I still have restrictions on my license,” I said as I strode out the back door, carrying a lawn chair and a can of insect repellant. I was still getting used to the recently-attained freedom that came along with having a driver’s license and my very own vehicle. In the month since I had been presented with a pre-owned 2004 Nissan Xterra, I had been out plenty of times on my own, but never so late. The weekend of the Riverfest conveniently coincided with my friends all having other things to do, so what better way to pass the time than to go listen to some live …show more content…
It was such a simple thing, yet it made my 16-year-old self feel so grown up. The sun had begun to set, and I couldn’t help but think that there could be no better evening; the colors of the setting sun looked like paint brushed across the cloudless sky, and the temperature was perfect. After spending what felt like hours circling downtown for a place to park, I finally found a spot in front of Sugaree’s Bakery. The first band had already begun playing, and in my hurry not to miss anymore than I already had, snatched up everything I would need and quickly made my way towards the large plot of land in downtown that was usually barren and uninteresting, but was now crowded with people and shone with neon lights that cut through the darkness. After finding a spot to set up my chair, I sat for hours, enjoying the numerous bands that played that night. I had no idea who any of them were, but it was so much better than sitting at home. As the night stretched on, I glanced down at my phone to look at the time: almost eleven. The final band was still playing and seemed nowhere close to ending their performance, but it was getting late. Although I was thoroughly enjoying the music and did not want to leave, I packed up my lawn chair, located my keys in my purse, and started back towards my …show more content…
Nothing happened. Funny, I thought to myself. Maybe the remote is dead. I walked around to the driver’s side door and unlocked it with my key. After climbing into the driver’s seat, I put the key in the ignition and turned it. Again, nothing happened. Of all times to quit, why then? My eyes scanned the area for anybody who could help me, only to find myself completely alone. I looked down at my phone; it was already a quarter past eleven. The thought of possibly going through a roadblock made me nervous enough, but having to also explain to a police officer why I was out so late with just an intermediate license made it all the more nerve-racking. I sat there for a moment, frustrated and unsure of what to do, before it occurred to me that I should call my parents. I dialed my dad’s number and waited for him to
Billy, Bobby, and Bob decided to launch a rocket into space with them in it. They all launched it the next day and they got caught up in this huge and it was huge you know when say huge I litterly mean huge black whole, so know they decided to go to another galaxy and visit more and more places so then they thought hey could we go to some weird planets and see what they would do or say so they went to a planet called “The Unknown” so then they landed and there was normal life like back on earth except more unique and sophisticated so they started to learn there language an live there and they would kill mammoths in the winter and they would eat rabbit and a lot of other animals in the summer and the timing was backwards like they
Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.
“Automobiles are not ferocious.... it is man who is to be feared,” as Robbins B. Stoeckel remarked, enumerates a simple, yet fundamental concept- a vehicle in itself is a relatively safe, that is, until you put a person behind the controls. Further adding to the danger is the ever prevalent risk of a fellow driver being impaired by the usage of alcohol; perhaps the only thing that may make such a situation even more difficult and dangerous is one who is under the legal alcohol drinking age. Fewer situations are more life threatening than when an underage driver has been illegally consuming alcohol, yet persists in the belief that he or she retains the ability to drive safely. Thoughts along this line are foolish at best and deadly at
Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.
I should be heading out now it’s already a quarter past 11 and I gotta be there before 12. I hopped in my lexus and put the key in the ignition. I drove past the city and decided to take the side streets. The streets are tagged and littered as always. I grew up in the projects of Hapeville, I had to move because mom couldn’t pay rent. Those good old days were way back before I grabbed the pen.
My friends and I all went to Rapid City over the weekend for a Lana Del Rey concert. We did several things beforehand and were scheduled to arrive back in Dupree at 7:00 PM on March 5th. The concert was on March 3rd and we couldn’t miss it. We left on the 1st of March so we could have some time to shop and do other things. Our parents had all agreed on giving us each $200 to use for shopping. Before we left, our parents told us to spend the money wisely and to have fun. We then left on that Thursday morning.
I kept telling myself it would be okay. I couldn’t run any faster than I already was. I could hear the thumping in my chest, and thinking he could hear it, made a shiver run down my spine. My eyes darted around, searching for the dark silhouette of a trench coat. I heard a crunch in the leaves behind me. I scrambled around looking for a hide away, when my eyes landed on a hole in the ground, big enough to fit my body. I jumped in it and covered myself with wet leaves. I heard the faint noise of crunching leaves traveling further and further away from me.
whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”
There was rain later that afternoon, and when we stepped out of the hospital, passing carriages sprayed water all over the sidewalks. Dusty didn’t say anything until we got home, soaked in water.
Sam turned 16 a couple months ago, and now has his license and may drive whenever he wants. He and his friends love to go out and party. Sam usually picks them all up and drives. One particular night, Sam and his friends were invited to a college party; they loaded up the car and rushed to the party. Sam and his friends are risk takers, so when the college boys dared them to do a keg-stand, they did not back down. Dizzy and disoriented, Sam squinted at the clock and noticed it was 3 AM. He had to get home before his parents realized that he was out past curfew. Sam shouted at his friends to get in the car; he knew he was not sober, but insisted that if he drove slowly they would be okay. The next morning, Sam’s parents woke up to an officer knocking on the front door. Sam’s car had crossed the margins in an area where there was no ditch and rolled the car down a hill. Sam was alive enough after the accident to call 911; all the boys were rushed to the hospital, but doctors did not hold high hopes for all the boys to survive.
Then the morning of July 29, 2015, was finally upon me. It was a beautiful, summer day outside. Springing out of bed, excited as a little kid on their first day of school, I was filled with overwhelming joy. I had picked out my outfit in advance. Short black shorts, a classic band tee, and black converse, was what I had decided on. After making sure my outfit was quality, I put on my makeup, trying not to stab myself my eye with the mascara wand. As a I raced to get ready, I could not contain the smile that was trying to escape from my lips. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I hollered at my mom if she was ready to go.
Smoke clouds drifted in the air, as the sound of metal chains thumping against thighs echoed throughout the night. Everyone was speaking loud in line, on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting to be granted access into the concert. I felt the back of my Doc Martens getting scuffed by the person behind me, as we got closer to the front of the line. The closer we got, the stronger the scent of cigarettes and marijuana became. Now we’re in reaching distance of the bowling alley door, showing our VIP passes, I opened the door as smoke clouds flooded the ceiling into the night sky.
In the beginning, there was no light. Nor was there darkness. There was no big bang. Aliens did not create our planet, and neither did God. In the place of where our blue, little dot we call home, there was nothing. Our world did not begin with the creation of the universe, but more of an awakening. Somewhere, in the middle of all of the nothing, he woke up.
It has always been a personal goal of mine to go to as many shows as I possibly can every year. To fulfill this goal I have sometimes force myself to go to shows I don 't even care about. Perfect example of this being October 8th—the Volbeat/Five Finger Death Punch show at Compuware. I know this show is going to be a mess when we pull up are waved away from the parking lot by a typical clueless security guard sporting with a “FULL” sign placed next to him. What kind of band books a venue that doesn 't even have enough parking spots to accommodate? We park a mile down the street and start our trek toward a building that looks like a place a middle school hockey team would play. I 'm not the biggest fan of crowds or even new alternative music, but few things top my love for people watching at rock shows. I have found that there are few places better than a rock show to people watch-- The blue jeans, band t-shirts, sweat, the mosh pits. I wonder what these people do when they 're not crowd surfing and drinking tall boys of Bud Light all night. I imagine that most of the men that are here work at one of the big three car companies, like my step-dad, who is work-hard-play-hard type of guy; a guy that is used to working 90 days at a time without a break working 12 hours a day. Bob wears a Black Label Society Label jacket, steel toe boots, and blue jeans—he fits right in. Underneath his tough
It was eleven o’clock at night. The rain showered my face as I ran through dirt and gravel towards my step-father’s familiar police car, and with each step I took, rain water splashed in every direction. I hurriedly jumped into the lifelessly black passenger seat of the police car. This was my first time sitting a cruiser, and it was much more petite than I had expected. Studying the inside of the cruiser, I noticed that the interior of the car was entirely the blackest of black, completely colorless and boring. I was eager to go on my first ride-along. I could not help but to imagine what I may witness. Although I knew the chances of something exciting happening were slim, I held on to that miniscule chance of having an exciting night.