1 December 2008, 7:49 pm
This is a rough rough draft so I'm not sure..as in I just wrote this in half an hour...people say I am a good writer and I want to get some validation on this. Please read all, it will go fast it just looks long. By the way I am in 8th grade. We had to write a story in first person from the pt. of view of our parents from when they were a kid. Its not done. But so far...how is it? I haven't gotten even close to the excitement and all. The bland, tasteless piece of matzo lay in front of me, screaming from the brown plate it rest itself on. "You know you have to eat me," it taunted, "Because you'll be even hungrier if you don't." I sighed heavily and pushed the matzo around on the plate. "What's wrong, Eddie? Sick of matzo already?" my mother chuckled sarcastically in her heavy east coast accent. Although my stomach rumbled, I couldn't eat another piece. My eyes looked up to the other side of the table where my brother, Noah, sat. He was fingering the matzo with a wry smile, cracking it into small, jagged pieces. "Goddamn passover," he mouthed, a humorous look on his face. A rough laugh escaped my lips. My parents and my sister happily munched away at their dinners, oblivious to the facial conversation Noah and I were having. "This sucks," he would say, by simply biting his lip and widening his eyes. "I know!" I'd respond, with a smirk and an eye roll. When we were finally excused, I left the table without hesitation, immediately getting up and walking to my room to finish up some homework. As I slowly plod up the stairs, I felt Noah grab my shirt and pull me down to his level. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving and we don't have any good food in this house." I eyed him warily, wondering exactly what he was coming onto. It definitely wasn't a good thing, that much I knew. Noah had always been a major rebel and I always ended up having to cover for his actions. "Okay, what do you want to do? I have to finish my science project, its due tomorrow and I've barely started," I retorted, smoothing back my shoulder-length, brown shag. A mischevious grin lit up his face. "I say we head to McDonalds. You know, tell Mom and Dad we're going out to the store or something and we go get burgers." I stared at him incredulously for what seemed like forever. He raised one questioning eyebrow. "No! Are you serious? They'll kill us if they find out we lied to them and on top of it ate bread, too!" I whispered hurriedly. I started to walk back up the stairs when he grabbed me again. "C'mon Ed. Live a little. You know you're hungry..." I contemplated for a second. I was hungry, ridiculously hungry in fact. "Fine," I breathed in exasperation, "but if Mom finds out..." Noah slid on his leather jacket and looked at me, raising his eyebrows, then turned into the kitchen. The cool night air bit at my face as we cut across the huge golf course located behind our house. Noah and I are both good athletes, he a big rugby star, and me excelling at lacrosse. We both have medium builds but I happen to be five seven and he, being older and I guess just luckier, is around six feet. I have brown eyes and brown hair like the rest of my family. We kept in stride with one another easily, running fast and talking easily at the same time. "You wanna see if Kenny and Jimmy can come," I asked, referring to the twins Noah and I had been friends with since grade school. "Uh yeah, if you want," he murmured. We turned off onto their street to pick them up. They both came, telling their parents they were going to "the store" with us. We started off running again, Jimmy mumbling something about following your religion for once. I made eye contact with Noah and grinned, just as we turned off onto the railroad tracks. Sneaking off to McDonalds was actually quite a treacherous journey, if you compare it to your average walk around town. It requires trespassing through a huge, perfectly groomed golf course, crossing a set of railroad tracks with trains whipping by every couple of minutes and shimmying down the side of a tall, old bridge. "Worth every risk," Noah always said when we had reached the end of the trip. The railroad tracks were easily navigated through. We took turns jumping over the tracks, looking out for possible oncoming trains. When we reached the other side of the tracks I noticed the sun was almost gone. Its last rays of lights were rapidly disappearing and a wave of panic swept over me. I looked over at the others, their faces perfectly at ease, smiling and laughing at something Noah had just said. Relax, I told myself. We won't be caught. The bridge was only a couple meters away, beginning off the side of a grassy hill. I ran over to the side of it and grabbed on to the column extending from the bottom of the bridge. Slowly and carefully, I slid down the pole, using every muscle in my body to grip the slippery metal tightly. I dropped to the bottom with relative ease, then looked up the column where Dave, Jimmy, and Kenny were making their way down. I glanced to my right, spying the glorious golden arches stretching across the front of McDonalds just footsteps away. My stomach rumbled furiously. "Hurry up," I called to them, suddenly eager for the soft, supple bun and juicy, meaty patty that were soon to be mine. "Jesus Lyle, give it a minute," Dave called down, his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he struggled to slide down at a steady pace. sorry names got changed. i made the names fictional and decided to change them... Read More »
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