This is chaotic. Trying my best to focus, I stood to the side. A dude who looked awfully similar to Abe Lincoln ran past me. It caused me to jump out of the way. “Holy shit, did you see that?!” I asked my best friend Jacob. He nodded. It was easy to tell he was overstimulated, like when he had to talk in front of the class. It was crazy. One of my friends waved us down near the skating rink. We passed by some crazy guy going nuts on a set of keyboards. The sound of messed/ up rock filled my ears. My friend covered his ears and yanked at my arm. Probably because I stopped. Rock was my favorite type of music. My parents often put on the classics like Kiss. Still, Jacob pulled me away. I could see my friends waving frantically and laughed. An old guy was on the ice, belly down and sliding. My eyes rolled at the sight. “You guys have better things to do than laugh at someone's grandpa?”
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Crystal Neal
Hello, my name is Crystal Neal. I have been writing for over twenty years, with a focus on short stories and poems. I am an aspiring writer and one day wish to write a full length novel.
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By Crystal Neal10 months ago in Fiction
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