The Joyride :: Creative Writing Essays

The JoyrideRain clouds began to tear themselves away from the jagged peaks of theKoolau range and rays broke through the clouds and beat down on the enigmaticalwater 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 iron boot 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 flat along one small section of the bay. But his worldwas about to be invaded. Chris, his best friend since kindergarten, wouldbe showing up any minute. And Bobby knew that before this good 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 thelight breeze, preparing to skip it across the make waters, but stoppedabruptly, remembering that the gods did not like land removed from theisland. As the stone sl ipped from his fingers, his eyes followed theripples that glided on and off the grey beach where he stood, then rosealmost by habit to gaze once more at the Arizona Memorial stretching whiteand graceful, remembering distressingly that this would be the last 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 freeing? 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 together. ask a minute. Slow down, your not making any sense. None at all. What doyou mean that this will be our last weekend together? We carry the wholeentire summer planned out. Fishing next weekend, canoeing to Ford Islandnext month, our bike.....NO STOP You dont understand. My dad got transferred. Were moving.But why now. School doesnt sound for another two months, and collegesstart even later 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 say I haveto get used to the town, meet new friends,and get a job.