Jose
As I was traveling on a class trip to the Statue of Liberty, my day immediately wen from bad to worse, all the way to the worst. Mrs Jenkins handed the class our papers on the bus and exclaimed, " This is our classwork for today. You will be writing 5 things that you know about the Statue of Liberty, 5 things you learned, and 5 thing you still would like to know." I didn't care because I already knew I would recieve an F. The only reason why I agreed to go on the the trip was because Mollie, my best friend, was going. She's a British girl who was about 5'4 in height. She had white, yet tan skin that day. I turned to my right and looked into her blue eyes and was lost. I shook my head. Lately I had been having ''feelings'' for but there was no way I would let her know. Mollie said,'' Hey Jose, why are you looking at me like that and shaking your head. You don't like my shirt?'' i then realized that it was the same shirt that we had recieved at camp when we were 're 13 now. I then said," Why do you still have that? Rocky got ahold of mine and, well, it wasn't a pretty sight.'' Rocky was my pitbull. She replied," Well some of us actually care for our stuff." That really ticked me off because I already knew I was irresponsible, but never liked to admit it. I ignored her for the rest of the trip.
Mollie
As our class arrived at our destination, I jumped off of the bus trying not to speak to Jose. Mrs Jenkiins spoke to the class and said," Everyone buddy up. Get a partner." I practically ran back to Jose because we have no other friends at this silly school. He made a smart remark and said," Finally decided you need me." I hate to admit it but I actually did. I would never tell him that, so I lied and said," No. I just figured if I was going to suffer I might as well not add extra grief." He chuckled. I looked at the bay and couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. It was thundering but that never bothers me. Me and Jose love storms. I looked up at him. He easily towers over me at 6'3. He was Hispanic due to his mother's family. He had no idea who his father was like me, but all we heard were stories about our fathers. He was wearing his same old Nike longsleeve with his basketball shorts. I couldnt believe it! It was easily freezing. His eyes were the same bright kind of yellowish, like lightning. As he looked over the bay his face frowned. I asked, "What's wrong?" He replied, "I just wish this moment could last forever." I hadn't realized I had been tucked in his arms until he said that. I guess I wished it would too. It wouldn't though. As we stood there lighting struck over the bay and we were forced to evacuate. I complied but as I walked I turned and Jose run. I screamed, "Wait!" Then I seen what he was running from. It was a woman with wings chasing him.
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