Narrative Essay About The New Boy

He always got jittery at red lights. Watching him from the corner of my eye I could see him drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and bouncing his knees, waiting for the right moment to press down onto the gas pedal. “Why dont you just relax?” I said with a laugh, knowing that he would just shake off my remark and continue to fidget. “3...2...1…” he said under his breath, and slammed on the gas; timing the moment that the light would turn green perfectly. Just like he always does. The wind broke into the car as I rolled down the window. It was a warm September day, the leaves had yet to start falling from the trees and the grass was still healthy from the long summer. Fall was just around the corner. We turned left onto a dry, dusty road …show more content…
“Wait, what were you saying?” I asked, a sense of urgency creeping into my voice as the need to know who he was creeped back. “Oh, the new boy?” Becky said coyly, as if she had already added him to her list of conquests. “Yes, the new boy. What were you saying about him?” I asked again as I moved from my locker and closer to hers, hoping to catch every detail about this boy in the black hoodie that I could. “Well, I heard that he used to go to a school in some big city...maybe New York...I can’t really remember…” and then she continued to drone on and on about pointless information that was most likely not true in the first place. “and I heard that…” “ Sorry to interrupt you Becky- but not really I thought to myself- but I’ve really got to get going to my first period class, hopefully I’ll see you later-but not really I thought to myself again-maybe after school or something!” As I left the locker room I felt myself run right into someone. “Watch where you’re going dumbass…” I mumbled under my breath before I looked up to see who I had run into. I felt my face flush scarlet, which is a difficult shade for me to reach since I am as tan as you can be, before being called