Rodeo Drive: A Narrative Fiction

I couldn’t wait to get out of the Tahoe. My kids were restless from the 7-hour drive and all I could hear is my son yelling at his sister to get her legs off of him. I whipped around and yelled stop but to my surprise I couldn’t help but laugh because my little girls’ hair looked like she just finished a treatment of shock therapy. I told them to hurry up and put their shoes one because the marina was only a few minutes away.

About a month ago I graduate at Jensen Gymnasium Västerås in Sweden. I had a thought of a road trip in the U.S, so I talked to my friend Elisabeth, who lives in Texas. I asked her if she wanted to go on a road trip with me and she said yes.

Two minutes away from my apartment is one of the most beautiful and popular boulevards in Los Angeles named “Ventura Boulevard.” Daily strolls with my cousin took place on that boulevard. On the paved streets, we struggled to make any progress against the thongs of passers-by and gawkers. On our right laid the vast and all encompassing mountains twinkling with lights as if it were the universe and the lights were all the stars within. The deep arousing aroma of coffee pervaded in the air, originating from the coffee shops at every intersection, refreshed our minds and reminded us of how much we loved of coffee. At the corner of the intersection people stood in lines fondly waiting for the theatre doors to open and be welcomed in by the tough

“Okay.” He nodded. “Okay. I’ll tell my mother we’re going to check out one of Carolina's beaches or a VCU college tour or something. We can head to the city. Cameron and Abby just moved to Richmond after graduating, we could visit. I need to tell Ava, I’ll be back in an hour.” Standing, he left my home and went next door.

We went down to the lobby and waited for them to show up. “There they are,” I said to Chelsea, pointing them out to her. Mom waved at us from across the room and Hannah ran up to us. Once we were all together we went into the restaurant to be seated. The restaurant was a big room that had brown tables with white cloths on them. The glassware was sparkly clean and the silverware was set perfectly. We ordered our food and drinks and talked for a couple hours before finishing. By that time it was about eight o’clock, and we went back up to the room. I was exhausted and fell right to sleep.

First I went to Westside freshman school. It was at Morton. I'm from the southward but wanted to go to high school with a different crowd of people so I went to Westside. Which is the westward. But I didn't like it there, I wanted to be around upperclassmen,and it was only freshmen there. So I transferred to Shabazz. That's the southward ,where I'm from. Got there and started being around the people I grew up with and got into a lot of shit so I got expelled. My sophomore year I went back to Westside, but I went to what we call the Big Westside, it's supposed to be sophomores and up, but that year they changed it and made two different Westside High school, so both had freshman in it. There I got into alot of shit because I'm crip,so they

The road was an endless sea of cars as I looked over the overwhelming amount of traffic. It was a hazy night, but not enough to interfere with a driver’s ability to see or drive. Of course, that’s only in my opinion, seeing I had fairly good eyesight and was completely awake.

One bitter cold night, Elvin was driving the two of us to a football game in Dallas, Texas. That night, I ended up doing something impossible. It was tragic, but It made me feel empowered.

Packing his briefcase with some of the folders of paper he heard the familiar whirring. The paper smoothly came out and a smile graced his face. “Hey Santiago go home already, I promised your brother I go easy” Turning to see a woman with a smile and a bottle of soda. “Ok thanks Lacey” He said and closed the suitcase. “Don’t worry Gabe it’ll get better, tell everyone I said Hi” She whispered as he grabbed his jacket off the

“Sloane!” Trent said, putting his lunch down. “Would you like to sit down?” He stood from the table to welcome her. It was a formal gesture but his body did it automatically.

Led like a convict condemned to a lifetime in prison and flanked by two incredibly capable orderlies and bound with her arms behind her back, the girl radiated raw spite and hatred. She didn’t belong here, not at all. What happened to her was not her fault. She did not ask to by tormented, tortured, abducted, brainwashed, raped, possessed, amongst a nasty amount of other detestable subjugations. And yet, here the girl was, suffering further because so many others had made her suffer. The girl was a survivor, a fighter, an apex predator. She had made it this far, although by the skin of her teeth at certain times. For her entire existence, the girl had been plagued with a darkness she knew all-too-well, a darkness that led her to the conclusion that there was a high probability of her succumbing to it and becoming a villain, grotesquely transforming into the type of evil beings she had fought since her early teens. Ending up either in prison, condemned to death, or simply dead would come to no surprise to her. But being committed to a psychiatric hospital for the most notorious and fucked-up of superhumans? Unfathomable.

Up-close, he can see the red flushing her face - due, mostly, to the drink she’s holding - and the drips of sweat that gives her a soft glow. Her hair is messy and she stares at him, bright eyed and a faint smile on her lips. He swallows - she is pretty, and it almost leave him breathless - and smiles

She had been dressed in a white dress, trimmed with the fur of the rare white fox. She wore a banded tiara encrusted with diamonds and a large sapphire that complemented her eyes. Around her neck, she wore a necklace of sapphires to match her tiara. Her brown hair had been half pulled up and threaded about the circlet around her head, creating a lovely cascade of loose curls and waves over her shoulders. However, despite all this finery, Susanna fought like a cornered rat, scrambling to get away as the guard’s held fast to her arms. They had to force her into the gilded prison on wheels and locked the door behind her, beckoning the driver to move swiftly as Susanna struggled to escape her impending fate. She didn’t want this! She couldn’t have been meant for this! It was then her gaze darkened as her panicked struggles turned inward, turned to a glowering stare as she contemplated escape. She began to go through every possibility in search of a way to get away from this arrangement, from this unwanted

At that point I knew that it was right there, right next to me. It's red,scary,nasty eyes were staring at me. I was so scared and I wanted to scream. But for some reason I just didn't. Know it was closer. If I turned my head it would be right in front of me. I wondered what it was, hopping that it wasn't a coyote. I was thinking that if I hadn't of dropped my flashlight I would have seen the coyote and would have left and not be in this position. I knew something bad was going to happen when I heard a lot of little, tiny feet sneaking towards me with their bright red eyes. Now I realized I was a goner. Could I outrun them? But then I heard a huge roar. “Uh Oh” I said at this point I was crying but I was trying to be quiet so the animals couldn't

The road trip to Sedona from Las Vegas was exciting, for the first hour. If I was writing this story fictionally, I would have told you that the five-hour road journey was a blur, in real life it wasn’t. On the US-93 highway, there were to choices look outside or stare at my lap or foot. Neither were exiting. Most of the time I looked outside to see an empty dessert speeding past me. On this desolate desert, there is a terrible problem, there isn’t any Wi-Fi. As I looked outside I thought that I might die of boredom. A five-hour long road journey without Wi-Fi meant no watchable movies nor any playable games. This boredom continued for about five hours.