Essay on The Anticipation Was Killing Me
The day started out great just like I’d hoped. The sun was shining a bright yellow, and there was a slight breeze. There were a few puffy white clouds and birds flew through the air, chirping a happy song. It was the perfect weather for a perfect day. I sat on a worn out, defluffed, maroon couch outside watching my younger sister work with the few customers at her garage sale. Occasionally, she would make me get up and help her with some random chore she needed to get done. I didn’t mind it though. It kept me busy until what I knew would make the day even more perfect.
The time had finally come, ten minutes later than I’d expected, but it had come. I saw his cute blue ford truck coming down the road. A huge smile instantly came upon my face, and my eyes lit up. As the truck parked along the side of the house, I saw the face I’d been waiting for step out.
He was wearing his usual solid gray shirt with a nike swoosh in the corner and his khaki shorts. He had on his awkward length black nike socks with his fancy tennis shoes. His…