Pain of a Pane
It was a peaceful spring day. I had
just gotten on break, the family was home, and all was fine. I went outside to
enjoy the wonderful spring day. The breeze was fluttering and bringing the
sweet smells of the east. I had a bounce back; a contraption designed to pass
against. I was far too lazy to remove this from the wall of the house right
under the windowsill. So I proceeded to pass. I went for a while, without any
error or mishaps. The dogs were frolicking with me in the backyard, the two
trees we had planted flowing with the wind. The air smelled of sweet spring
air. The day was fantastic.
Suddenly, the notion that I should
just take one shot passed through my head. “You need the practice; after all
you do have a lacrosse game coming up.” I thought to myself. I had toyed with
the notion for about half an hour. I finally decided to go for the shot, after
all what’s the worst that could happen?
I set my feet, lined up my shot and ripped the twine as hard as I was
able. The ball traveling at high velocity, I could see in slow motions. I saw
the spin forwards, every rotation nearing closer to the net of the bounce back.
But wait, something had gone wrong. The smile on my face quickly turned to a
frown; the ball clipped the top of the net slipping through the hole in between
the net and the crossbar. Approaching the seamless wall of glass. Shattering
the barrier with no effort, and denting the secondary pane. The glass making
the sound of a thousand chimes at once.
My father, surprised, came outside to access
the situation. His anger surpassed the point of description. His anger was at
the point of he was unable to speak. “ADAM!” I scurried inside with my tail in
between my legs as to not allot more anger to myself. All I could think about
is why, why had I not thought before I acted? I mean actually thought, not just
think should or shouldn't like outweigh facts.
“This
is going to take at least a week to repair,” my Father said. Slowly descending
from ultimate anger to the realm of reasoning. He still looked like he wanted
to smack me, but not as bad as before. He then moved his gaze from me to the
window, and then back to me, “…So how do you suppose we pay for this? Maybe
your pocket is what it should come out of, not mine.” He stated in a clear
calculated voice. This was it, every kid’s nightmare. You have to give up all
of your money for games and snacks. Not only that but I had to give him 2
birthdays in advance of money. I didn't get allowance so there was really no
other way.
Moral of the story: think before you
act. Especially if you’re around windows. Or as stupid as me. Definitely if
you’re as stupid as me.
I think i did a good job on describing the action itself. I really took time and slowed it down to revolve around the moment.Also i think portrayed my dad's mood pretty well. He was beyond mad.
