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Amel Hines 10/26/12
Thrill For A Kill
Every summer, my family goes to Grand-Mothers house, which is in a community where the same families have lived for years. They have basketball courts, a playground, boats, and other activities to help go through the hot days. This all sounds very fun, and it usually was, but sometimes it got very boring. Spending every summer with the same friends and doing the same things, under the same grown-ups began to bored me, and by the time I was fourteen I was ready to experience the thrill of the forbidden. One afternoon on Jan 5th, I was supposed to ride in some races with my best friend Paul, but the air was so thick and heavy that we decided not to go. We sat around his house all day, waiting for his brother to bring back the family power board so that we could water ski. Thinking back to that summer, I remember how frustrated and irritable we were. We roamed his house searching for something, and anything to do, but we only successfully made one mess after another and angered his mother. Finally we got a hit on something. We were eating lunch on Paul's back porch when we both noticed his father's pistol propped in a corner. Paul's father had often warned all of us that his pistol was strictly off limits. The pistol itself was not very dangerous, as it was only an air gun that shot small pellets, but he was afraid of its being misused and hurting someone. He himself used it to scare off stray deers, dogs and was usually very careful to put it away, but for some reason on that particular day he had forgotten. We decided it would be fun to take the pistol out in the nearby woods and shoot at whatever we found there. We had to be very careful not to be seen by the residents as they all knew us. Most parents, kids heading for the woods meant trouble. So Paul and I sneaked out the back of his house with the gun and went slinking through some old horse stables on our way to the woods. By the time we arrived
Thrill For A Kill
Every summer, my family goes to Grand-Mothers house, which is in a community where the same families have lived for years. They have basketball courts, a playground, boats, and other activities to help go through the hot days. This all sounds very fun, and it usually was, but sometimes it got very boring. Spending every summer with the same friends and doing the same things, under the same grown-ups began to bored me, and by the time I was fourteen I was ready to experience the thrill of the forbidden. One afternoon on Jan 5th, I was supposed to ride in some races with my best friend Paul, but the air was so thick and heavy that we decided not to go. We sat around his house all day, waiting for his brother to bring back the family power board so that we could water ski. Thinking back to that summer, I remember how frustrated and irritable we were. We roamed his house searching for something, and anything to do, but we only successfully made one mess after another and angered his mother. Finally we got a hit on something. We were eating lunch on Paul's back porch when we both noticed his father's pistol propped in a corner. Paul's father had often warned all of us that his pistol was strictly off limits. The pistol itself was not very dangerous, as it was only an air gun that shot small pellets, but he was afraid of its being misused and hurting someone. He himself used it to scare off stray deers, dogs and was usually very careful to put it away, but for some reason on that particular day he had forgotten. We decided it would be fun to take the pistol out in the nearby woods and shoot at whatever we found there. We had to be very careful not to be seen by the residents as they all knew us. Most parents, kids heading for the woods meant trouble. So Paul and I sneaked out the back of his house with the gun and went slinking through some old horse stables on our way to the woods. By the time we arrived