I love to write. It is freeing for me, that is one reason why I enjoy writing in this blog. But besides the blog I have a lengthy word document with a lot of other writings. The following is an excerpt from my most recent "stories" I have been working on. I have like three started but never finish them. This guy I am really starting to like, but we will see if I finish. This is just a small portion of it, it is the first page or so. I just felt like being in the sharing mood. Enjoy, or don't. That is the beauty of writing, I do it for myself so you not liking it dill not bother me :)
[ To be seventeen years old and faced with such a massive choice is simply unfair. What if I make the wrong choice? What if this turns out to be a huge mistake and one that has lasting effects on my life? People are waiting impatiently for my decision and the pressure is mounting, I need to choose and choose soon. Will it be the breakfast burrito or the sausage biscuit? I simply do not know which one I want! Wait! I am calling an audible!
“I will have the sausage, egg, and cheese croissant please.” It was such a relief to order my breakfast and get the pressure of the decision off of my shoulders. I can only hope that the choice turns out to be a good one. The importance of a tasty breakfast is often underestimated. If I eat the wrong thing my entire day can be ruined. It could make me grumpy or depressed. Or worse, could send me to the bathroom for all of 2nd period again. Oh man, that was not a fun day. Who knew that left over tuna casserole was not ideal for breakfast. Live and you learn I guess.
I took my breakfast and solemnly headed across the street to good old Baldford High School, home of the Bald Eagles. Whoever came up with the mascot sure was creative huh? I mean, I am pretty sure a bald eagle has never flown over this fair town of Baldford. And if it did it was certainly lost. You don’t go to Baldford if you have a say in the matter. A ran down old paper mill town set on a small river in the middle of nowhere Ohio. Well, that is only partly true, it is a ran down town, the paper mill left over ten years ago leaving a lot of people out of work. But the great residents of Baldford some how remain hopelessly optimistic that it will return. No chance if you ask me. But as my mom always tells me, “No one is asking you Boom.”
No my name is not Boom, my parents were not that crazy when naming me, it is just a nickname. Instead, my parents settled for the name of Boomer. Yeah, Boomer Alexander Ralph Farmsworth. Or as my friends call me, Barf. Not sure how my parents did not see that one when they came up with that amazing name. They justify my name by telling me I am named after important people in their lives. Boomer is in honor of Boomer Esiason. I guess he was some hot shot quarterback who played for my dad’s beloved Cincinnati Bengals at some point. My dad’s name is Alexander so that is how I got my first middle name. And my mother felt obligated to have some part of naming me so she insisted that I have two middle names and that the second be Ralph, her father’s name.
So anyways, I crossed Washington Avenue and headed for the side entrance of the school. As usual I was running late. Ever since I got my license and started driving to school I was rarely on time. First off, I always wake up late. Then I usually get hungry on the way to school and stop for breakfast. This morning I parked my car in my usual parking spot and then walked over to McDonald’s instead of hitting up the drive-thru. You may ask why? Well, I do not have a parking pass for the student lot. But I found one spot that is always empty so I park there. Sometimes another student beats me to it so I need to get there as soon as I can. If I do not get that spot then I have to go park at this church that lets us park in their lot. But it is a far walk and I would rather not do that.]
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