The long half of the wishbone
By Tyler King
It was a long, hot Thanksgiving day in New York. All the normal sounds, from the blasting rap music next door to the flying of curse words, were there and the scents, namely second hand smoke, existed. Jamie Fluence was just getting up in his new apartment. He had just become eighteen by then and he was lovin it. He got a car, at least some money, and the chick he loved since he was a sophomore. He was not the punk on the street, although his hair was black and spiky, and his favorite rock band was Relient K. He then got his boombox, disconnected the cord, then set it up in the bathroom, where he could listen to the song The One I'm Waiting For throughout the shower. It was this day where he and his girl will go to his parents house and throw down some food, sit through a football game featuring the Denver Broncos, whom he hated but Angie, his girl, loved, and have some good ol fun.
Jamie was a man of many personalities: He was mostly mild mannered, though. He was God's type of man: He usually carried the Bible around, which was very respective. His favorite verse was the Beatitudes. The others included polite, moody, and just plain hard to figure out. His gal was the only one who can fully understand him.
His face wasn't one of an angel, but he says that it was good enough to get the girl he wanted. It was very long, with a wee bit of five o clock shadow still on his face. His eyes were blue, to perfectly fit in with the face.
Hours and hours later, when it was time to go to the feast, Jamie Fluence and Angie Rannan set off in the old and rusty Mustang Jamie got from his father. After about an hour of Angie sitting through rock band P.O.D and Jamie's not so pretty singing voice, they finally got to the parents house, where most of the time waiting for the turkey was blown either watching Meet the Fockers, in which Angie laughed, combined with the occasional snort, so hard Jamie was wondering if she can breathe, or watching the Broncos play football against the Green Bay Packers. Then, when the feast came, when the turkey was finished being cooked, Mr. Fluence called everyone else down. Mr. Fluence and Jamie had the exact same qualities. Angie was probably the most beautiful in the group, considering there, except Jamie, was nobody else her age. There was a not so pretty 13 year old and her boyfriend, in which looked like he only said yes because he had nothing else to say, because they looked absolutely horrible together. There then was the mother, who looked kinda gorgeous, but she was in her pajamas. They then said blessing, and then they dug in. As soon as they got into the turkey, Jamie saw a wishbone and him and Angie pulled each end. Jamie got the long half, and his wish was that he had a Camero on the apartment driveway the next day.
The next day, he walked out of the apartment, only to see his best friend standing next to a red Camero. "Happy Birthday!" said Jamies best friend. "OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU! But.......it's not my birthday." Jamie replied.
"Eh, I got a new car, so I just decided to give this one to you" was the reply that Fluence recieved.
The next moment, he was on the road. He heard sirens, making him pull over.
"How fast did I go?" asked Jamie. "You didn't speed. It's just that the car is stolen." said the police officer that got out of the car. "You know you're gonna have to go to jail for this, do you?"
Jamie had learned two things: Sometimes the long half isn't the half you'd want, and to never trust his friends with giving him cars.