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  • Essay / Creative Writing: Glenwood Pool - 1171

    I had a few stops to make along the way, and being a punctual person, I was worried I might be a little late. After thinking about it a bit, I decided the wait wouldn't kill him. Hadn't he kept me waiting all morning? The day was beautiful, and as I sped down the road with my music blasting and the wind blowing through my hair, the sadness I felt evaporated in the summer sun. Happy and hopeful, I arrived at Tuin Glass. The last day of summer was going to be memorable; If only I had known how memorable it was. The warm summer air whistled through my hair as I watched the second hand of my ticking watch. Another hour had been wasted waiting for Thomas, and the Tuin Glass parking lot was still empty. On the verge of tears, I put my hand on the ignition key, when, to my great surprise, a face appeared at my window. Thomas went on to say how sorry he was, but that he forgot his books in his mother's car in Delta and had to go home. My hands clenched into fists and I found myself grinding my teeth. Thomas didn't seem to notice and said he still wanted to go. Determined to make something of the day, I agreed. He told me to go ahead and go to Glenwood, and that he would be there as soon as he