Tuesday, May 28, 2019
The Man That Can Never Be Replaced :: essays papers
The Man That Can Never Be ReplacedOne mothy December morning with ice on the grass and everybodys Breaths lingering in the air. It was just another regular December day in Tymber Creek, which is where I grew up my whole life. There is a group of about 13-15 kids that have every grown up together. Some were a couple years older, plainly that didnt rush much difference except for their size. About five of my closest friends and I determine to get a footb alone game together. We intractable to play the older kids in the Creek (our nickname for Tymber Creek). Because every day at the bus stop they told us how they would kill us so we took it as a challenge. As we walk all we saw were monsters, they were huge and ugly with white foam coming out of there mouths want a rabid dog and just scared us to death. Well I decided there is no way I am going to play these guys, exactly my best friend Stephen told me that we could take them. So there I again believe the impossible. Its 1030 a.m. and still just as refrigerant as it was when I got up at 700 a.m. and there was no sun. You couldnt walk straight because of the icy grass and it sure wasnt the softest matter in the world. So here we go its kick off time. The pigskin is thrown so high in the air that we dont see it, all we see and feel is the ground trembling and seven of the biggest beasts in the world. It was kind of like seven Shaqs running at seven Mini Mes. We were dead and all I had on my mind was not to get hit because I would never get up.It was around noon now and all of us decide to take a break and go have lunch. So Stephen and I went to his house which was the biggest house on that street and just stood out because of its peach color. His parents acted like my second family. They treated me like one of there sons. They took me to Sea World, which was a big deal for a kid thats twelve. Mrs. Vernon who is Stephens mom would make us snacks to eat after school and then would take us to the mall j ust to have fun.
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