Creative writing #2

             Mark Jacobs was just a boy living in the town of L.A. His 17^th birthday had just passed and he was finally feeling like a grown up. His shoulders had broadened, and he had finally hit his last growth spurt. ‘Mark hurry up! You’re going to be late for school!’ his mom yelled down the stairs. In a panic he quickly put on his favourite t-shirt and a pair of kaki’s, brushed his teeth and fixed his brown hair. He raced up the stairs and missing breakfast for the second time this week, he jumped into his black ford focus. As he drove away he heard the sad yelps of his dog John. On his way to school he passed the 7-11 where he worked part time. Dreading working he turned his head and cringed at the thought. He was almost at the end of his junior year and all he could hope for was for it to end so he could do his two favourite things during the summer, hockey and golf. He pulled into the school parking lot and parked in his parking space number 231. Getting out of his car he saw his best friend Bob and he said that they had a substitute for first period English. ‘Thank goodness I’m exhausted’. He replied in relief. The two boys walked together to class and what awaited them was another long day of boring teachers and cramped hands from all the note writing.