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"You are on the fastest route" by vcxl
| Which makes me reconsider my mom's words, but other than his terrible driving experience he’s vexing. He’s always calling me “Brackett” because my name is Beckett, Beckett Wills.
My brother, Devon Wills is the captain of the football team, he has a record in throwing a football at a far distance, and he is famously bad at driving. He’s so bad, when people see him driving the car for as long as he is behind the wheel, the car is cursed with the nickname “Coffin on wheels”.
| I take a right on Denver road and I can see the park entrance. It's an arch metal sign engraved with “John Esto Park”. The sign leads to a park sidewalk, the pathway forks into two sections of the park. One side has a sidewalk that leads to a playground. Your average playground that has rocking horse spring saws, monkey bars, swings, and a teeter totter. That sidewalk leads to a childhood playground, more or less that path is the one you take if you are a mother of two or more
| *fucks your mouth*
| kids. The other path is more suited for mature people, mostly grown adults take this path. This is what adults refer to as the scenic route. To the teenagers of Onaman High, it's where you take a date when you feel it’s time you kissed, well at least that’s what it used to be. My grandma tells me stories, those that contain love, hate, and smoldering femme fatales.
I’m at the park so I can meet up with my friends Chris and Kim. Chris, a friend I've been with since third grade.
| He’s confident, he’s not afraid to say things. He will be rudely honest, I asked him what he thinks about Jalesa, a girl from my seventh grade english class, and he said “Well I think Jalesa is a snob and a selfish bitch who thinks she's above everyone else just because she’s apart of a stuck up group of girls, and if you’re gonna be another one of her army of drooling guys than you can kiss my ass.”.
| I wasn’t offended though, I'm used to him acting this way. It's normal to him like breathing or drinking water. He’s gay and he never let anyone tell him otherwise.
Kim is a friend I made in seventh grade and she’s nice and stylish. She has the soul of a fashion artist. She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met, I give her my full respect. She’s going through something though.
| A situation including her boyfriend and Alejandro the boy down the street from her house. Kim came home from school tired of the stupid argument’s with her boyfriend Juan Cabello about whether school dances should exist. Then she noticed Alejandro Reyes, the guy who can get any girl he wants due to his body, maybe it’s his abs or something, anyway’s, she caught him changing all his clothes, all of his clothes. She was, in her words,
| mezmorized. She ran to his door, just in time to catch him with just a towel to wear. She stuttered over her words ``H- h- hi, i’m your neighbor, from down the street”, he smirks. “I’m Alejandro Reyes, and you”. She moves her hair behind her ears. “I’m Kim, Kim Huang.” “Well Kim Huang what do you want”. She stamers “I’m just here to give you a neighborly greeting.” he says with confidence “Is that so ''. She nods, a strong wind comes over the
| two. “Want to come in, I'm preparing some frijoles con arroz ''.
She agrees and enters his house. She's amazed by it. It’s similar to the likes of a studio apartment. She explained it as a small house with 2 rooms. A master bedroom and a guest room. He put on music, some soft music. Kim was aware of what was happening. He put on a shirt and he went to the bathroom to finish putting on clothes. It is rude to have guests over with nothing on except a towel.
| Kim takes back her lewd thoughts. Alejandro went to his room and he grabbed a business card with his name on it. It’s a card with his personal information, a phone number. “Call me if you need anything.” He said. She left satisfied with just a number. After that day she talked to him daily. She’ll have a big problem in her hands if Juan finds out about the neighbor. She sees Juan everyday at twelve o’ clock during lunch. They hug each other a lot.
| They hug each other a lot. But hopefully he doesn't check her phone at the exact time Alejandro calls her.
I parked in the parking lot to the right of Denver Road, barely any cars here. I only see Chris's car and two random car’s. I head down the scenic path, I pass the cherry blossom trees and I make it to the lake. I see Chris sitting on the hill. I don’t see Kim though, she must be getting some food or drinks.
| “Hey Chris, what are you up to? What's with the emergency meeting all of sudden”. Chris seems tense. He started to tear up.
“This is gonna be our last few days of high school”
I understood the situation at hand. “Well time flies by like a bird’s migration.” his head is facing the ground while he tears up a storm.
“That’s so crappy”, we both laugh, curing his sadness. Kim comes back holding some drinks from the starbucks.
| “A strawberry cappuccino for Beckett, a decaf for Chris, and a mocha coffee with whipped cream for me.” We grab the cups “Thanks” we both say synchronized. “What a sunset, I wish this day never ends” I say. We're all going to Ohio State university. A place of dreams and wonderful people. Yet going there has Kim feeling nonchalant.
| To me and Chris we feel complete horror and dread to our fate, which is college. Kim has tried to tell us that our fear is superfluous. I have come to the conclusion that I will have to bite the bullet, and face college head on. This still might be hard for Chris though, which might be the reason he was in tears. Our life’s are passing by.
| “At Least we're going to the same college.” I said.
He wipes away his tears “Well I guess it could be worse.” I began to remember a conversation that I had with a colleague of mine. Shawn Cee a sophomore at Ohio state university. I asked him for tips on college. Particularly Ohio State university. He gives great advice, he says “Live your college life free, you have to live life to the fullest. And in college you have better opportunities, like parties.
| I recommend the freshmen barbecue, where you can meet a lot of new people.”
He was right to an extent. I am personally a hybrid of social casts. I'm both an introvert and an extrovert, otherwise known as “Omnivert”. I love going to parties but when under certain circumstances I prefer to be alone. But this situation was almost completely different, the freshman barbeque, is one of the most populated parties of Ohio State.
| Nearly three hundred people are expected to attend. Mainly freshman attend, but when a wider variety of new people started to attend, this attracted the more older groups of people like sophomores and juniors. Hell, even teachers attend this party. The party happens in an abandoned airplane hangar, with a human capacity of over a thousand people. Despite the immense amount of people the school sometimes helps fund it.
| The other half of the money comes from the Barnes family, a rich family in Ohio. They founded the whole barbeque in the first place.
As we enjoyed the rest of the day at the park. We left having found our new acceptance of the future to come.
| “Making a book is way harder than I thought it would be, don’t underestimate progress.”
-vcxl
End of part 1.
| Ask me anything btw.
| Woah.
| Rambling, too fast moving from one thought to the next.
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| “You are on the fastest possible route.” the car utters. I’m taking the car to the park, but the park is within walking distance. My mom insists I take the car, she says it’ll make me more experienced when I take my first drivers test. I see it as a waste of good gas and time. I would ask my older brother but he never really was better at driving than me.