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I just found my creative essay that I applied to NYU with. I was supposed to dramatize a day I’ll never forget or some such, topic. I wrote about my boyfriend dying. It’s weird, my writing style has not changed. I write exactly the same, if more mature and with better rhythm. I decided to write this conversationally, not sure why, but that’s how it is. I’m posting it here, just cuz. I haven’t changed a line of it, even though my hand itches to. It got me into NYU, so it can’t be that bad. :-)
It was a regular sort of day. In fact, it was the sort of day you would usually not even remember. Well, at least, I wouldn’t have remembered. It was an early November day and it was regular November weather. You know, when weather is not really sure what it’s doing. It’s not sure if it should be cold or warm, so it gives you sort of a warm, cold day. It was sort of cloudy, sort of not. I wouldn’t exactly have called it partly cloudy, but that’s probably what the meteorologist on channel 11 said that morning. Either way, I had on a sweater. I remember that clearly.
I was going through sort of a rough patch. Well, I shouldn’t say that. Rough patch is sort of the theme of my life. I’m not really sure that I can call my entire life a rough patch, its more like a black hole. Either way, last year about this time, I was going through hell.
I was a junior at a new high school and trying my hardest to fit in. Which is hard, when the kids in your grade have already gone through two years together and you’re just the outsider, “the new kid.” I was dealing with that, pretty good. I mean besides the crying in the hallway and telling the world that I hated my life. Besides all that, I was in my stride.
The only thing I remember really, really clearly about November.3, 2005, besides the weather, is what was on my mind. One word, Quincy. In fact, Quincy had been on my mind since I was about nine. I wont bore you with those details, but basically he was the one good thing I have always had. He wasn’t just some guy. It wasn’t just “puppy love.” No, he was my favorite person in the entire world. My best friend. The one person I could count on. And he, was in the hospital.
He had been in there for a few days and I didn’t have the chance to go and see him. I mean, when you’re only 16, its hard to explain to your mother that your boyfriend of six years was in the hospital with a stab wound. The boyfriend she had never heard about. The boyfriend you had never alluded to. I’m not proud to admit this, but I was going to lie to my mother, go to the hospital and see my secret boyfriend. He was such a secret that not even my good friends saw him. I think they probably thought I was making him up….but I digress.
Like I was saying. Quincy. I was going to see Quincy at the hospital. I took the two hour train ride from my school on 66 st, to 233rd street in the Bronx. I got off the number two train walked down the stairs towards my bus and froze. I remember the way my heart stopped for about two seconds, then began to beat at a pace that could never be deemed as safe. I remember the feeling of my mouth going dry and the sensation of terror spreading throughout my body.
I knew something was wrong from the minute I laid eyes on him. It wasn’t just because he was standing at a bus stop when he had a car. Or the way he was standing or the way his eyes scanned over faces as he was searching for someone. Searching for me. No, it wasn’t all that. It was the way things came together in my head. After all this was me. Naomi Davis. The black hole.
My first instinct was to run away. If he didn’t see me. Didn’t find me. He couldn’t tell me, what I already knew in my heart. He couldn’t confirm the dread that was rising inside me. Run away, I couldn’t do that, because I knew Joshua Sanchez. I knew him so well, I knew he would follow me. I knew he would find me and tell me what he needed to tell me.
area 51 is just the american wizarding school
aliens is a perfect cover story
McDonald’s promised Ramsey free burgers for a year after he said on TV that he’d gone to McDonald’s before rescuing the captive women and went to their aid with a half-eaten Big Mac in hand.
He continues to impress me.
I’m thankful for people like him
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