The Joyride :: Creative Writing Essays

The JoyrideRain clouds began to tear themselves away from the jagged peaks of theKoolau kitchen stove and rays broke through the clouds and beat down on the muddy body of water of Pearl Bay. Bobby glanced toward them, but his mind was elsewhere.He paced back and forth along the isolated stretch of the narrow beach. Nowand then he would bitch at loose pebbles along the muddy grey shoreline. Forthe moment, Bobby was still in his private world, consisting of little morethan a strip of mud monotonous along one small section of the bay. But his worldwas around to be invaded. Chris, his best friend since kindergarten, wouldbe showing up both minute. And Bobby knew that before this afternoon ended,their two lives, so entwined these many years, would forever be changed.Bobby clutched a smooth black stone in his fingers. He leaned into the dim breeze, preparing to skip it across the harbour waters, but stoppedabruptly, remembering that the gods did not like land removed from theisland. As the stone slipped from his fingers, his eyes followed theripples that glided on and off the grey beach where he stood, then rose intimately by habit to gaze once more at the azimuth Memorial stretching whiteand graceful, remembering painfully that this would be the live on time thathe would ever walk along this beautiful beach.As his eyes watched the waves, and how they caressed the muddy shoreline,he began to think of the future. His thoughts were quickly disrupted.Hey bud, hows it going? What was so important that you had to talk to meabout? Chris asked.Its to hard. I cant go on with it.What? What cant you go on with? Chris demanded urgently.Its just, that, that, this will be our last weekend to botherher. anticipate a minute. Slow down, your not making any sense. None at all. What doyou mean that this will be our last weekend together? We have the wholeentire summer planned out. Fishing bordering weekend, canoeing to Ford Islandnext month, our bike.....NO STOP You dont und erstand. My dad got transferred. Were moving.But why now. School doesnt start for another two months, and collegesstart even ulterior than that Chris replied.I know, it sucks. I cant do anything about it. Ive tried everything.Ive even asked my parents if it would be okay to move in with mygrandparents for the rest of the summer. But its no use. They label I haveto get used to the town, meet new friends,and get a job.