Monday, December 17, 2012

Fiction Writing

Jake Hallgren
Period A
Poetry of Song
December 7th, 2012
                                                                Fiction Writing

Walking through a dark, damp and dangerous Boulevard, George and his parents walked by many different stores. In the Boulevard there are many candy shops, ice cream parlors, clothing stores, and toy stores. George loved this Boulevard, he wanted to visit every store and every shop and parlor. Whenever he asked his parents if he can go in one they always say, “not now maybe later this week” but when that passes he just adds that to the list of places he has been promised to go to but then can’t go to. Every time he wants to go anywhere in there his parents promise they will but then they never do creating another broken dream for George. Even though the boulevard is full of gangs and drug deals, George loves that boulevard; to George that boulevard is full of candy, fun, ice cream, and broken dreams.
                Another day he is walking through the boulevard all alone and he sees something at the other end. He sees a sign that says “Grand Opening”; he knows he shouldn’t go inside without his parents so he doesn’t. George looks through the window to see what type of store it is, it is a new Pizza Shop with a huge oven right in the middle of the shop. He runs home excitedly to tell his parents about the new shop on that boulevard. When he reaches home he starts to describe the pizza shop to his parents and they say their normal answer, “Oh cool, we will have to go their soon!” George knows that that really means he will never go to that new pizza shop. The next day George decides that even though he has no money and he can’t buy anything he wants to go inside and he does. When inside he sees that the pizza shop has way more food than it does pizza. The pizza shop also had calzones, salads, chicken, steak, burgers, hot dogs and lots of pastries. George knows there is no chance so he runs out of the store. He runs home and sits in his room for 3 hours trying to forget the boulevard.

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