Why I Should Not Be Over The Hot Running Water

WIndows down the soft warm breeze against my skin, Warm days, 72 degrees Eating popsicles and ice cream outside, Cold water, Swimming, Water clogged ears, The smell of fresh cut grass, Yellow jackets buzzing all about, Bee stings and bug bites, Barbeques and cook outs, Amazing, mouthwatering food Hot dogs, Hamburgers, Potato salad, Beans, Chips, Cold drinks, Cool starry nights clear as can be, Mosquito bites and lighting bugs, Birds singing, Summer break, Smell of coffee in the early morning, Buzzing of chainsaws, Growling of the mowers, Snipping roses, beautiful morning glories to decorate the dining

The cold, winter breeze nipped at my cheeks as I end my long day at work. I pull my hat on tighter as I make my way to my truck. Frustrated with the day I just had, I quickly start my car and speed out of the parking lot down the street. Static tickles my ears as I turn my radio up, switching from station to station. A familiar name catches my attention as I switch past one of the local new stations.

I pull out a chair right by Emma and put my chin in my palm. The teacher, Mr. Brown, started to teach which made me want to go to sleep. My eye hesitated to stay open then I heard a loud bang. Someone drop their chair on the floor which made me wide awake in this boring

Page one. I read the words all the words and to my surprise it wasn’t too bad. So, I flipped right ahead to page two and I was so engaged and loving it even more. I couldn’t put this book down for even a second, so when it was time for dinner, I sat at the table and snuck not my phone, but my book. It was extremely fascinating that's why. I couldn’t let go until Bud stuck the pencil right up his nose, I threw the book right under because I couldn’t handle the imagination while eating. I felt queasy and uncomfortable, so I asked to be excused and sprinted up the stairs tumbled, and then got right up and sprinted down the hall and slid right into the carpet. This marked the day i pulled my first all nighter. I finished the book. I finished the whole entire

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

I felt the eyes of the other students burning holes through my skin. There was no escaping from reading in front of class, not this time. My voice stuttered, my palms sweated, and my face turned red as I looked at the blurred words on the page. I tried and failed to make sense of the book in front me. I wished, I was invisible.

I stared at the piece of paper on the table in front of me. I had sat at the same desk, in the same chair for over an hour now, staring at the same piece of paper. My mind had gone blank with a serious case of writer's block. I looked at the clock on the plain, beige colored wall and sighed. An hour had passed and I continued to look at that dusty, old clock on the wall. Seconds turned into minutes, which eventually turned into an hour. My long, wavy brown hair brushed over the paper that decided if I would become a lawyer or not. I had endured almost seven years of school all to stare at this paper for an hour and have nothing. My vision was blurry, but I ignored it and tried to push through my pounding headache so that I could start my LSAT

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

Waking up to my alarm sounding at early morning I really don’t feel like getting up as I try to sleep in as long as I can. With my dad calling my name from downstairs and constantly calling me on my cell phone, I finally awake my lazy self to get in the shower. As I get ready that morning excitement of a Friday rushes through

The morning mom and I were parked in front of the tall, green morning has one description word. Cold. Cold all the way down to the bone. The car had just gotten warm, I thought about all of the people who didn't have cars. They had to walk in the icy weather, while I was here in my car warm as a freshly made pancake. I bet they felt cold. Cold all the way down to the bone. My cold was different though, i was warm but cold.

Sitting in 5th period, I absentmindedly slid my pencil along the left margin. As the graphite swirled into abstract designs, my mind began to wander. Rain landed on the metal roof, lulling me into a false sense of comfort and security. I felt myself drifting out of hall three and into a soft daydream. A yawn crept up my throat and escaped from my mouth as I continued scratching at the narrowing margin. For a split second, I tuned back into the voice of my Spanish teacher, making sure that I hadn't missed anything important while I etched flowers into my notes. Suddenly, my pencil stopped its steady motion across the page. The blurry sections in the corners of my vision disappeared abruptly, and the formerly calming drumming of rain sharpened

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

I sat in the very back of the classroom shielding my face with any book that was in sight. That way wouldn’t get called upon to read, but I guess my camouflage of books wasn’t good enough. I was assigned a part in the book to read and I could tell you, I was not happy. As we began to read I could see that my character’s part was starting to inch closer and closer. My heart started to beat out of my chest and the more my throat started to knot up. I was having second thoughts about even coming to school that day, but as I began to read, I started to get more into the book. It began to catch my interest and from that point on I started to realize it was more than just reading a book word per word. There was more to the story than what the paper full of writing would

As I sit in this warm room with other bored students and following a long in this small long book. The room is quiet that I could hear a pin drop if one did drop. I just wanted to get this book over with and move on to the next thing in class. As I was sitting there I could imagine what the book was saying about Lennie and George traveling. I honestly just wanted

I woke up to the chirping of birds as the golden streak of sunlight hits my face through the minute curtain opening. Quickly I thought what all I have to do today, what errands I have to run. I realised in five minutes, I was not back home, I still had some time to spare, to not think about everything back