Journal #8

Racism

As Kayesean stepped out of the car, he overheard Samuel say to his friends, “He should feel more comfortable in that car,” while looking in the direction of a rusted Chevy of faded green, with noticeably tinted windows.

Growing Old

Walking into Starbucks, Harvey finished taking his Journalism Workshop Class in CUNY Graduate School of Journalism. He went on line and saw a little boy sitting on a chair next to his mother. He smiled seeing the little boy talk to his mother. The little boy asked if his mother could read Aladdin again. She nodded and laughed. She looked in her bag and reached for something. He stepped forward on line and asked for a Caramel Macchiato. He turned around to look at the little boy and saw the mother read from a red Kindle. He looked in his bag and had hard copies of books for class and for pleasure reading.

Salvation

Heading down the dark alley way, which was a shortcut to his house, Jerry heard a clack on the garbage dumpsters.

“Who’s there?” Jerry said innocently. No answer. He continued to walk, but was cut off by a rolling Goya can. While looking down, he saw a mysterious shadow behind him, with a knife-like shape in the person’s hand.

“Oh shit!” Jerry yelled. In a second’s time, a dark knight swooped down and collected the mugger with swiftness.

Injustice

The train doors opened and a lady walked in with a mink fur coat that swiftly moved in the breeze. As she sashayed in her seat, she stuck her nose in the air and pursed her lips and snuggled in the warmth of the creature.

Ambition

Hannah’s best friend called, squealing, “I got accepted to Hunter!” Walking into her building, her heavy steps and short breaths overwhelm her. As the edges of the key reached the rim of the mailbox hole, a surge of electrifying sweat attacked Hannah. I think I’ll get accepted, but I know I didn’t work to the best of my abilities last semester, she thought, while opening the mailbox. A regularly sized foreign letter is picked up and examined by her, reading the address out loud. Hm, is this what an acceptance letter looks like? she asked herself. She ripped open the envelope and read:

Dear Student,

Thank you for applying to Hunter College. We are proud you are interested in our program. We are sorry to inform you that you have not fit the qualifications to be placed in our university for the fall semester. However, we wish you well on the remainder of your academic journey and college decision.

Hannah walked into her elevator and, subconsciously, pressed “26”, the highest floor in the building.

Poverty
It was Christmas Day and Daniel was walking around Central Park enjoying the snow white morning. There was a crowd of people surrounding a specific spot by the end of the block. As he walked closer towards the throng, he spotted a family singing. There was a huge sign saying, Merry Christmas! Smile, For It’s a Happy Day. After they sang for three hours, he went up to the family. As he got closer to the family, he saw that they were weak and had no strength to do anything. He took the father’s hand and asked if he could help. Paying for their MetroCard fare, he took them to a Soup Kitchen. By the end of the night, he saw the family sitting in the corner, eating happily and enjoying the food.

Sexual Deceit
Ryan was ready for work and ate scrambled eggs with pancakes and a cup of coffee that his wife, Elea prepared. He kissed her goodbye on her cheek and she walked him off by the apartment door. Today was the only day he had no plans to distract him and he was glad. It was 8:30 PM and he left his office. He drove to a loft and took off his ring. After pressing the doorbell, a handsome clean guy stepped out, took Ryan’s hand, pursed his lips, and they kissed.

Growing Up

Posh Spice Barbie collected dust under the bed, while Sally got ready that bright morning for school. Sitting at her large Hollywood mirror, Sally carefully applied her foundation, powder, eye liner, eye shadow, and just a tad of blush. I wonder if Kyle will take a look at me today, she thought, giving herself a quick wink in the mirror. As Sally did her final touches, puckering her lips to smooth on some "Cupquake" lipgloss from Victoria Secret, she stood up to take a look at what time had created.

Wealth

Weighed down by her stuffed brown Coach duffel, she stepped into the sea of heads in the elevator. Through her dark Ray Bans shades, she stared at another lady wearing a pencil skirt and blouse. Man, why can't I be that successful? she thought, as she let out an audible sigh. When she exited the elevator and walked to her penthouse suite, she slid the key and opened to see her husband waiting for her. "Honey, I think it's time I worked for myself," she announced.