Descriptive Essay : ' Nomadic '
We were just a couple of kids who worked in a motel in California, Barstow. The motel hadn’t altered since the 1970’s and nor did its furniture inside. Very few people came by and if they did, it was only for a night.
As for us, we were just a couple of kids who lived by the pool cleaning up after strangers in order to pay our way towards college. We hated our summer job, but it’s what kept us together.
“I want to get out of this town. I want to get out there and see something new,” Seth said as he scooped out dead insects that floated on the surface of the pool.
“We all want to leave this place,” I said rinsing the lawn chairs that surrounded the pool.
“I want to meet new people. We are meant to explore the world or else we’d all live in our own tiny island distant from people by the ocean’s waters.”
I stared at him for a second.
“Common Levi! Let’s ditch work tomorrow and drive far out this place.”
I couldn’t leave Gale behind. She was my girlfriend and we had been together for a year now. She’d get worried if I left this place by surprise.
“You can bring Gale along,” he suddenly said.
“Seth, you’re talking stupid now,” I rolled my eyes and got back to what I was doing.
He dropped what he was doing and put both hands on each side of my shoulders looking directly into my eyes.
“Let’s pretend it’s a holiday. Just this one time.”
“And how will we get there?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll steal my brother’s picktruck. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“He won’t mind if you…