Day 12

Let me tell you about today May 11, 2011.

Today was mixed feelings kinda day, I was down. I don’t really know why but I have a good idea as to why. The weather was all a mess, which usually gets me down. But also it was a down time in my harry potter book. I’m currently reading the goblet of fire and it’s a great book; however, there is a time when harry feels alone. Every one thought he had placed his name in the goblet of fire and people were making fun of him wearing potter stinks badges. I know right, how original a teenage boy relates to a character that he is reading about. But it’s true. I do feel down and I did relate to how harry was feeling. Allen is such a strange place. In the morning you can hear the ruffling and coughing as the elderly people of the town wake up, watch the sun rise and read the paper. About an hour later you read the ready feet and engines of the school coming about. Then nothing. No sounds really come from the town until lunch when everyone heads to their respective places for lunch, some meet at the local diner, it seats about 40 and is full on any given day with the towns work force which consists of laborers who have grown up in the area and know the ins and outs of every person in the town, you hear waves of hellos as each person calls the next by first name. After lunch there is a small time of peace. At 3:00 doors burst open and kids fill the streets. Allen has virtually no crime and no traffic to speak of; most students walk to Main Street home or ride bikes with friends. It’s nice to see that kind of freedom among kids. Then at four the sounds of laughter and feet quiet as kids go inside for the night. More engines roar at 6 when most of the town can be found at the food center, a place to get tonight’s dinner, whether a family is making tacos or microwavable pizza’s you can get your supplies there. At eight-o-clock death falls over the town, not a single car on the road and no one in sight. There is a still that can only be found at a cemetery. Yet it’s only 8. The mundane practices of Allen get old quick; this exact same schedule of events happens everyday 6 to 8. Never skipping a beat. On this grey day I can’t do anything other than think, What are my friends doing? I hope they are having fun.

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