Serenity Bingen-Dodson
My thoughts were wondering when it happened, I know I should have been paying attention to the dark streets of London since we just had a considerable about of rainfall this morning, but all I could think about was
The squirrel jumped out of nowhere. I know I said that I wasn't paying as much attention I should have to the road, but I am completely certain there was no squirrel a second ago. I hit the brakes hard, spinning on the glassy roads. Car horns blared as I continued to spin franticly trying to stop the car from getting into an accident. I came to a sudden stop, disoriented. One minute I was spinning, the next I just stopped. I got out of my car to see if the poor squirrel was lying dead in the street. …show more content…
,” someone from behind me asked. I turned around to see a guy about my age staring at me. I took a step back, he was closer to me than i had expected. I studied his face forgetting about the question. He had dark hair that almost look black, but when I looked closer I realized it was a really dark brown. It fell in jagged waves across his forehead that almost cloaked his eyes, but not quite. He irritably pushed it back, just for it to fall right back into place. As my eyes continued to wander over his face, I saw that one of his eyebrows were slightly raised, silently reminding me of his question.
“Oh, umm ya,” I mumbled “I guess I am weirded out. fine, but I just swerved to avoid a squirrel, and-” that was when I noticed his eyes. Grey, they were gray with purple flecks surrounding his pupil. Weird. I thought. they reminds me of the squirrel for some reason.
“That's when you hit the lamp pole, I'm assuming.” He said, reminding me once more about his question.
“Right ya, it hit the lamp pole.” I said trailing off…..I was bewildered at why he was out this late at night by himself. By the looks of things I am sure he could take care of himself; but still. He cleared his throat, probably because I was staring.
“Do you want to use my phone?” He …show more content…
He was already too far away to hear me.
I went to the driver’s side door to retrieve my phone, when I saw the doors were locked. As I was about to grab my keys from where i thought they were in my back pocket, I spotted them on them on the dash board. In my rush to see if the squirrel was I left them in my car with the door locked. I spun around please, please, please still be here. I let out a breath the mysterious guy that offered his phone was about to turn the corner. I knew he was a total stranger but I was not about to wait here for some other stranger, and he seemed kind enough.
I ran, trying to catch up. “Hey, “ shouted.
He turns, startled. “Yes?” he asks.
When I finally catch up, I said between breaths, “Can...I .. actually… use your phone please?”
“Why do u think I would offer it If I didn't mean it.” He said.
After I finished my call, I asked, “What's your name?” “What’s your name?” He asked, amusement laced his tone.
I was a little annoyed at the fact that he was somehow amused.
I know it was somewhat childish to say this but I said anyway “I asked you first.”
He studied my face for a moment, as if debating whether or not to tell me, but I had a feeling that he wasn't going to tell me. It seemed like he was mocking
My thoughts were wondering when it happened, I know I should have been paying attention to the dark streets of London since we just had a considerable about of rainfall this morning, but all I could think about was
The squirrel jumped out of nowhere. I know I said that I wasn't paying as much attention I should have to the road, but I am completely certain there was no squirrel a second ago. I hit the brakes hard, spinning on the glassy roads. Car horns blared as I continued to spin franticly trying to stop the car from getting into an accident. I came to a sudden stop, disoriented. One minute I was spinning, the next I just stopped. I got out of my car to see if the poor squirrel was lying dead in the street. …show more content…
,” someone from behind me asked. I turned around to see a guy about my age staring at me. I took a step back, he was closer to me than i had expected. I studied his face forgetting about the question. He had dark hair that almost look black, but when I looked closer I realized it was a really dark brown. It fell in jagged waves across his forehead that almost cloaked his eyes, but not quite. He irritably pushed it back, just for it to fall right back into place. As my eyes continued to wander over his face, I saw that one of his eyebrows were slightly raised, silently reminding me of his question.
“Oh, umm ya,” I mumbled “I guess I am weirded out. fine, but I just swerved to avoid a squirrel, and-” that was when I noticed his eyes. Grey, they were gray with purple flecks surrounding his pupil. Weird. I thought. they reminds me of the squirrel for some reason.
“That's when you hit the lamp pole, I'm assuming.” He said, reminding me once more about his question.
“Right ya, it hit the lamp pole.” I said trailing off…..I was bewildered at why he was out this late at night by himself. By the looks of things I am sure he could take care of himself; but still. He cleared his throat, probably because I was staring.
“Do you want to use my phone?” He …show more content…
He was already too far away to hear me.
I went to the driver’s side door to retrieve my phone, when I saw the doors were locked. As I was about to grab my keys from where i thought they were in my back pocket, I spotted them on them on the dash board. In my rush to see if the squirrel was I left them in my car with the door locked. I spun around please, please, please still be here. I let out a breath the mysterious guy that offered his phone was about to turn the corner. I knew he was a total stranger but I was not about to wait here for some other stranger, and he seemed kind enough.
I ran, trying to catch up. “Hey, “ shouted.
He turns, startled. “Yes?” he asks.
When I finally catch up, I said between breaths, “Can...I .. actually… use your phone please?”
“Why do u think I would offer it If I didn't mean it.” He said.
After I finished my call, I asked, “What's your name?” “What’s your name?” He asked, amusement laced his tone.
I was a little annoyed at the fact that he was somehow amused.
I know it was somewhat childish to say this but I said anyway “I asked you first.”
He studied my face for a moment, as if debating whether or not to tell me, but I had a feeling that he wasn't going to tell me. It seemed like he was mocking