The bus came to a slow but steady stop. Mike grabbed his Jansport backpack as he lifted himself up from the green seat at the back of the bus. Saying goodbye to his fellow classmates, Mike and his

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Brian Cook

Fiction Writing

Dr. Cox

12/03/05

        The bus came to a slow but steady stop.  Mike grabbed his Jansport backpack as he lifted himself up from the green seat at the back of the bus.  Saying goodbye to his fellow classmates, Mike and his neighborhood friends piled off the bus.  Walking up the long hill with one strap of his backpack on his shoulder, Mike said, “Hey Erin, are you going to the dance tomorrow?”

        “I think so.  How about you?”

        “I’m not sure what were going to do,” said Mike in a cool manner.

        It was a month into Mike’s freshman year of high school and the first dance of the year was the following day.  He loved everything about high school from the new friends, to the girls, and finally being on a varsity team.  Mike was a basketball player, so becoming acquainted with the high school atmosphere was no problem.  He had not attended a real high school party yet, but the other players on the team assured him it would come.  The first major event of the year was the following night.  The welcome-back dance was the first chance for many freshman guys and girls to really get to know older classmates as well as one another.  However, many freshman students felt this dance would determine the rest of their year; whether you were popular with your classmates and girls or not.  

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        After the long walk and entering his house, Mike threw his backpack and shoes to the floor and began to make a sandwich.   He relaxed on his couch watching television while waiting for his parents to arrive home from work.

        “Mike, are you here,” said his mom.

        “Yes, just like everyday you come home,” he responded.

        Mike continued to watch television for another hour when something suddenly sparked his mind.

        “Mom, I have to talk to you,” he said while his mother washed dishes.

        “Sure, go ahead.”

        “Well, it’s really two questions.  First, can I sleep over Jimmy’s? ...

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