Devin
Rhodes
English
050
August,
31th, 2014.
Narrative
Essay
An experience that I have had that
has a lot of meaning to me: when my friends Aaron, Shawn, and I decided to take
back a skateboard and bike that had been stolen from Aaron. This was one of the
most idiotic ideas that we could have ever pondered on ever doing, but at the
time it was the greatest idea we had. It all started when I went over to my
friend, Aaron’s house. I had packed my bag for school a change of clothes. It
was Friday; there was not too much going on at school so that I had room in my
bag to do so. I arrived to his house
around 3:30 in the afternoon, shortly after school. When I walked in I saw
Shawn sitting on the hairy old purple love seat. He was playing a game on the
Xbox, and stopped to pause it when I stepped into the living room.
After the exchanges of “Hello’s, and
what’s hanging?” Aaron led Shawn and I down the stairs to the basement. It was
dark and cold down there; it was like a total tempter change from upstairs. My
eyes took forever trying to adjust to the dark. Before they did I stepped on a
couple of unknown object as we crept up to the door. As the doorknob turned, a
sudden burst of light glistened from the crack of the opening door. I walked
through the door way last, with Shawn in front of me. The TV was blaring with a
movie playing on it. Aaron grabbed the remote and turned down the TV until it
was as low as a whisper and sat down on his bed. At first we talked about the
latest girls in school, what teacher we thought were cool and others that he
thought shitty. Shawn changed the subject and brought up a new skateboard video
that he got last time he went to the Springfield Skate Park. He had forgotten
it at home, but proceeded to explain it to us.
After that long and expansive story
that I rather would have watched came to an end, Shawn had the idea to go
skateboard outside. Shawn had brought his skateboard with him while mine was
already there, since I left it last time I visited. Aaron then mentioned that
he had gotten his stolen, along with his favorite bike by a neighborhood kid up
the street a little ways. Shawn became kind of got irate about it, and said to
Aaron, “That’s not right man; we should go and get them back!” Aaron looked at
me with bewilderment and hesitation in his face, and I am sure that the
expression on my face displayed the same. I spoke up and said, “Sure, why not?
We would just have to be fast. In and out, that’s all”. As we all remained
seated were we were we started to form a plan on how we were going to pull this
off without getting caught and plan it so fast that body would be seen, or
heard.
Then we steadily and swiftly snuck past
Aaron’s parents’ bedroom, then we ran to the back door and went onto the back
patio. We got in to position so that we could put our plan in action. Aaron was
going to lead the way yet again. The plan was Shawn and Aaron would get in the
garage or backyard of the house and look for Aaron’s stolen property. And my
objective was to look out and keep my eye peeled for anything unusual or inharmonious.
After a five minute walk we finally reached the house. I stayed at the curb of
the street on the side of the house so that I could not be seen. The house was
an older white house with faded green moss or grass stains all over. The front porch
was antediluvian and falling apart. It looked as if I could go and blow on it, and
it would clasp breaking into a thousand pieces. The shutters on the windows
hung in the wind and swayed back and forth. Windows were covered with
newspapers and blankets; trapping any light that tried to escape from the
cracks from inside the home.
Suddenly Aaron and Shawn dashed from
the garage racing to the street. Aaron had a skateboard in his hands, and when
I looked up to see his face his mouth wording something I couldn’t make out.
Sound finally hit my ears, he was yelling, “Run! Run!” My mind did not yet
register what was going on at first, and then it hit me. My body spun around and
my legs began to move forward. I didn’t take one look behind me; I continued to
sprint down the road. When I got to the corner of the road I dove into a big
bush. I climbed inside of the bush and put my fingers through the other side so
that I could see what was happening in front of me. I didn’t see Aaron or
Shawn. “Shit”, I thought. “They caught them and now I’m going to have to confess
to my mom what I was doing, why we were doing it, and how much of a stupid idea
that it was for us to have done”.
Then in front of my eyes, the car stopped
at the stop sign. A man with rage in his face sat in the driver’s seat with his
enormous hands strangling the steering wheel. His face was as red as the ripest
tomato. Cuts and scars covered his face as well. He sped forward looking
intently up and down the road across from window to window until he was a block
or two up the street. I climbed back out of the bush and laid on my back with
my feet still in the bush. I tried to calm myself and tried to stop my heart
from racing any more than it was. When I finally got up it was with slow steady
movements. I poked my head over the vegetative plant and onward toward Aaron’s
house that I could see in the near distance. I took a minute to find the
strength and courage to charge to the house. I got on my feet and bolted toward
the familiar homestead. Halfway to the house I closed my eyes and pictured my
friend getting handcuffed and put in the back of a police. Then I opened my
eyes and seen I was approaching the back yard.
Finally I took my final steps into backyard
where I was relieved to see both of my companies hunched over trying to catch
their breath. I looked at them with a wide grin on my face and I told them that
we are never doing that again. We all agreed, following one another back into
Aaron’s house were we proceeded to play Xbox all night and forgetting the
trouble we had put upon ourselves. I learned from that experience that, one, stealing
is wrong and dangerous, and two, that there is always room for another idea
and/or opinion to be suggested along with what may sound like a good idea is
not always the best idea.
