Ricky (Rm 209)
ONE SUNNY DAT AT THE PARK
ONE SUNNY DAT AT THE PARK
One sunny day at the park, my cousin and I were at the park on the swings. Then five minutes had passed and he had an idea. And he made bad ones. He says, “Let’s jump off the swing when we get high.” “No not at all, I have a nice skin tone and you are trying to mess it up,” I said, “It’s not happening little cousin.” “You’re a scary cat,” he said with a deep voice, and trust me I was. So me, the scariest boy name Ricky did not go first. He went first like a pro. “Now that’s how you do it punk.” On my turn it starts to feel like ants, spider, worms and bugs started to run up my paints. My skin started to feel wired like I had the chicken pops
Slowly crawling up the swing feeling like a different person, I felt like giant warmth. I swung in the air there times, my cousin started a count up to five. “One, two, three, four, four and a half.” I started shivering. “Five,” he screamed very loud! I jumped off, but not like a pro. At least I did it. My feet started to sting. No scratches or cuts. Running all of the scary pain went away like magic. As I got home my mom said, “What you are in a hurry for Mr.?” I said, “I’m a cool guy now,” and walked off. I ate and went to bed, dreaming about my day the park.