Young Woman:
When my dad was taking me to his house, we were stopped at a red light and a little black car putted up beside us. Inside the car was a young woman who looked like she was in her late twenties. It was around six thirty in the evening, and the young woman had a big chocolate doughnut in her hand. Traces of it were smothered on the corners of her lips and crumbs were softly falling onto her lap. It was only then that I realized she was crying. Streaks of her mascara were running down her pink cheeks and the black dots were falling on her white shirt. I could hear the beat of a soft guitar strumming over the young lady's radio. The chocolate was a sign of a heart-brake. Violent sobs overtook her and she didn't see the red light turn. I looked back into the side mirror. I could see the young girl jump at the sound of a horn that must have jolted her back to reality a little too hard because she slammed the gas petal and zoomed forward. Within a few seconds she was out of my sight.
Church:
Almost every sunday I go to church. And every sunday the same people are in the congregation. There are the little boys and girls who run around and play tag in the back of the church, as usual. Their mothers running frantically after them trying to get them to calm down, while their fathers tilt their head up and ask God why me. There are the old men who doze off during the talks and their wives trying to wake them by nudging them in the side, as usual. There are the young, inexperienced mothers who take their screaming babies out of the room, as usual. Then there are the teenage boys trying to get the attention of the teenage girls by walking in and out of the room, past the rows with the cute girls, as usual. Eventually the moms of these boys get mad at them and tell them to stop. The girls way of getting the boys' attention is a bit more subtle. When the boys pass the sacrement out, the girls try to touch the hands of the boys when they pass it to them. There are those older teenagers who try to be cool by sneaking their phone past their parents and texting their "bfs" and "gfs" saying how lame church is and how they want to be with whoever they're texting, as usual. There are those men who are going throught their mid-life crisis and sneeze very loudly, releasing their worries with that one blow, just to regain the burdens by returning to the droning of the speakers, as usual. There are the goody-goods who look up every scripture and sing every song and listen intently to every word the people on the pulpit say, as usual. And finally, there are the kids in their early twenties who still live with their parents, because they don't want to work and are forced to go to church by their folks.
Man:
I was at Laser Quest with my friends last weekend. We approached the counter and a middle-aged man came out of the back. He was the definition of a video game nerd. He probably knew every line from every movie in the starwars trilogy. He beat every level on halo 3 and call of duty 4 without a doubt. His light brown hair was gelled back into a ponytail and his glasses had a pattern that looked like it had some sort of robot on it. His red Laser Quest uniform shirt and black pants made him look a tad bit more normal, but his buck teeth and sunken cheeks ruined any chance he had at truly being a non-nerd. I could tell he hated being behind the counter and he really really wanted to be in the laser room playing laser tag; beating everyone by a thousand points because he knew every trick and every strategy.
Boy:
I was at the movies, waiting in line to see Coraline with my dad. As the line inched along, a boy a little older than me came to stand behind me. His fat mom was coming up behind him with his little sister. They were going to see Coraline, too. His bright blue vans clashed with his dark denim jeans, just the way I wish my mom would let me dress. His straight, dark brown shag fell across his light blue eyes. He had an orange and black t shirt on with a green hoodie over the top. From the look on his face, he did not want to be at the movies with his family... he'd rather go with me. Okay maybe not me, but his friends. I could be his friend.
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