How precious life is
How precious life isHOW PRECIOUS LIFE IS
Eight o’clock Friday night my friend Peter knocked on the door to pick me up, we were going to this kid’s party named Jason whom his parents owned a huge house. I told Peter “ we are going to have fun there but don’t start drinking because you are going to drive on the way back” he turned his head and gave me this look as of course not, I wouldn’t drink and drive. We got into his ride that he has been bragging about for the past month. He had recently bought this car after two summer jobs and intense saving. It was an 87 Chevrolet camaro with a V8 corvette engine, which barley had any problems; I guess the previous owner took care of it. The car was completely fine from the inside but it definitely didn’t look as good from the outside. Beastie as he called didn’t have a nice body; it had major problems with the paint. The paint was peeling off and needed to be redone. Also the trunk, which opened electronically, didn’t work. One the other hand the car had this distinct smell on the inside, which you don’t find in many cars, it smelled like watermelon. When I asked peter “what’s with the smell” he said that he hadn’t figured it out yet.
By Eight thirty we were finally there, it took is about ten minutes circling the block to find a parking space. The party was jam-packed and noisy. There were a lot of people there whom I never seen before in school. They were college guys as I later found out from my friend Brian that they were Jason’s friends that came to see him. I didn’t care much about them because I always tried to mind my own business to stay out of trouble. By eleven o’clock most of the people were drunk and delirious. The party was a total chaos with people upstairs eating and throwing chips at each other and people were downstairs with the stereo full blast. Furthermore, people were acting ridiculous for example a skinny kid named Michael got punched in his face by one of the drunken college kids just because he stepped on his new shoes. The college kid demanded that he would kneel down and clean it up but Michael refused to do such a degrading act in front of all his buddies as a result they engaged in a fight which lasted for about ten seconds. Suddenly it got quiet and all the attention was focused on the fight. Clearly, somebody had to do something or Mike’s head would be torn off in the next three seconds. So, I ran and started to separate them from each other. I was able to grab Mike and get him out of the way but the college kid was too strong and I couldn’t hold him back. I...
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