The Story Of My Life

He extends the wrapped package. THOMAS hesitates a moment, then rather awkwardly accepts the package. THOMAS fumbles in his pockets for a match, cant seem to find one.

“No. This one is on the house since you brought me a new customer.” He walked away and I slipped the two twenties into the tip jar and led Lacy to an empty table.

Clyde returns to his position behind the bar. “What can I get you, two lovely ladies?”

“So you got some cash then?” he quickly said, looking back at the rest of his friends, flashing a smile.

With love and family comes heart break and sorrow. Certain individuals will let agony define them, and others will persevere and find the qualities of life that remain bright. In the past sixteen years of my life, I have experienced both dejection and elation; however, in my mind, those moments of defeat have left the most prominent scar behind. Although the initial experience may have been negative, knowledge and appreciation for life was gained because of it.

“We 're getting the lunch special at Murray 's. Do you want me to bring you anything?”

“Actually,” I interrupt and walk back in. “Hold your er…” Looking towards his Cumberland sausage then towards the bookshelf, I smile and he returns one with slight uncertainty. He watches as I retrieve one of the unspoken objects; Handcuffs, which are stashed behind a bottle of Monkey 47 (he certainly does like his Gin) and I dangle them towards him…

“Won’t you have any towards the end of the week? If so, I would be very grateful if you would bring it over.”

“The money I owe you, it’s here,” I toss the bundles of cash on the small glass table between us.

The line continued to slowly move, and I felt the excitement build up inside of me. I was going to meet BTS! And most importantly, my bias, Kookie. At last, I could see the white table, and I craned my neck to get a glimpse of the boys. My eyes narrowed. Kookie. He looked like he would rather be in hell than sitting at the table. He greeted the fans with a look full of annoyance, and gave them the most pathetic high-fives I had ever seen. I could see the slight disappointment in the fans' faces. I walked up to the table, standing directly in front of him, but I acted as if he didn't exist.

The sun shone high, a little too high. Walking down the path of the Washington Monument in, quite obviously, Washington D.C., the Lincoln memorial looked bigger of an obstacle than my friends and I had thought it'd be. I made a grand mistake of wearing a heavy shirt; sweat was dripping in torrents down my neck. Elli and Kennedie, my greatest friends who always remained faithful, were walking somewhat a few paces in front of me. The heat was very unbearable, but Elli's mom, who lagged behind me more than 10 feet, had seemed to of taken the brunt of the heat.

Maria slid her dress over her head, and wiggled as she pulled it down and straightened it.

The running shower ended. Three minutes later the bathroom room door opened and the informant named D exited. He quickly dried off and shot the towel into the dirty clothes basket. Swish! He pimp walked over to the dresser and removed a pair of boxers, T-shirt, and socks. Throwing them all on the bed, one by one.

Someone had to build this place. They planned the construction somewhere in the middle of Indiana. A county clerk stamped a piece of paper, a contractor got hired at a reasonable rate, a date was decided. The date was moved, negotiated, moved again. This is how it works. When the weather was right and the union was satisfied, they could pour the concrete into the foundation, put iron bars up, and fill it with people. Only then was it finished.

Ignoring his evasion, I continue my investigations. One overly stuffed, cream sofa sits next to an open door to our left. Such a peculiar place to house a sofa. Maybe it looked too empty in here without it. On each wall resides a long, mahogany table. Some hold cream shaded lamps, others hold picture frames. My curiosity heightens, encouraging me to inspect every picture. Nevertheless, my timid nature retains me by Angelo's side.