Rite Of Passage
I began my day in a rush, running over here, dashing over there, when all was said and done, I was ready for my big day, my date with Ceinwyn. It was a clear, cool winter morning, with nothing but beautiful Mt. Rainier in the skyline near my house. Finally, I was all ready to head out the door. My heart began to race as rapid as an Indian war drum as I walked up to my cherry red, 1991 Chevy S-10 pickup truck, which I had just recently washed, so it gleamed like a spotlight at an old time carnival. My drive began as any normal drive I have had in my past, starting on the wooded hills, heading down towards the freeway, why is it, that whenever you are in a hurry, you hit every, single, red light? Without fail, that is what happened to me, once again, as I was trying to get to the freeway. Once I finally got to the onramp, another red light shimmered within the cab of my truck, alerting me that, for some strange reason, the ramp was being metered, but I thought nothing of it, and continued on right past the light. My stupidity finally caught up with me, as I realized there was flashing lights behind me, lighting me up in the glorious red, white, and blue luminosity of police lights, I pulled over
Standing at the front door, I hear a dog barking incessantly from within the house, I thought to myself "Isn't this intimidating enough?" So with the dog in the back of my mind, I tapped on the door with the potency of 10, overanxious men. At that very moment, heavy footsteps began to thud from the walkway leading to the door, at that very second, my mind cleared, the butterflies, which had plagued me from the time I stepped into my truck at my house, subsided, and a very pleasant aura engulfed me. The door swung open almost instantly, and the overwhelming feelings which had JUST been hidden within me, all jumped right back into the forefront, as I see Mark, Ceinwyn's step-dad. The figure that was overlooking me, almost sizing me up, just stood there and stared, instilling fear with every passing second. I looked him right in the eyes, and said an exceptionally friendly "Hello." As I outreached my hand to shake his, a warm smile came over his face, and he replied back with a welcoming "Hello." Just then I hear a faint whispering from behind the solid mass confronting me, I look around the wall of a man standing there, and I see an angel floating down the hallway in my direction, this picture of perfection, pushe
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Golf Community, Chevy S-10, Mark Ceinwyn's, Mt Rainier, Golf Course, ROP Narrative, red light, Cedars Golf, front door, cedars golf,
Approximate Word count = 825
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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