What a Story

R. Kelly
I believe i can fly

The time had finally come, the anticipation was numbing my senses. As I crept to the weathered wood that represented the line. I inhaled a deep breath, and with all the power that my scrawny legs could provide I leaped into the air. As I soared through the air I felt a slight chance that my name would be on that lady's clip board for having won the contest. While i was soaring above the ground, I found myself encompassed in spirit. As I landed on the feathered sand, I felt a sense of accomplishment run through my veins. As I rested in the warm sand, I quickly looked up to see the judge. The expression on the the judges face was word alone. She looked at me in a saddened face. She silently said to me, "Brandon your effort was well noted, but I'm sorry, you will not pass on to the finals."

Queen
Bicycle

As I arose from my sleep I quickly ran upstairs as fast as a cheetah might have. For I had finally made it, it was Friday the 13th the day of my birthday. Over the week I was tortured with anticipation. The thought of me upon a brand new bicycle was killing me. My Grandma had made me a promise saying, "Brandon, if you are a good boy to your mom and dad I'll get you a bike." That alone was enough to make a young boy leap up with joy, before running upstairs I didn't take the liberty in getting dressed, for what was waiting for me was too much to handle or take in. As i arrived to my final destination , my eyes must have seemed to glitter for excitement. There it was gleaming from the fluorescent lamp next to it. It still had the smell of new rubber tires. The yellow paint seemed yell out to me, it's color was so vibrant. The whole entire day was feeled with gleam as I rode my new yellow bike up and down the black paved street.