That Day
The Ripple in Race Even the smallest of dew drops can create a ripple in the lake, and the fragile balance of everything close to your heart can burst into frenzy. The final bell after 7th period drifted me onwards towards my car, friends all around me and the sun boasting its glamorous aura as it tinted the road a yolky, golden yellow. I drifted off the path towards the restroom and nature’s calling, content with the day and cozily sinking within the soft leather fabric of my friends and family’s shelter. Suddenly, my sanctuary was breached, as a 200 pound motorized bulk of navy blue bludgeoned me from the side, and I was sent sprawling to the pavement. “Watch where you’re going, idiot,” the profanity spewed from a burly, light-skinned senior student like vomit. “Yeah, take your curry-eating mouth and jam it into ano...