Creative Writing

Tyler Kiser

4/11/13

Mrs. Reagles 5^th hour

Creative Writing

Refereeing

“Author’s Note:

I wrote this piece to demonstrate my understanding of creative writing.”

It had to have been the most boring 8 hours of my life. I had been sitting there in the same seat for 5 hours now and final it was time for test. I better pass this. I thought. I don't want to retake the whole 16 hours over again just to be a soccer referee. 

Finally as all the tests were out, we began. As I soared through the question, through the pack-it, and through my mind, I finally had got into my rhythm, 20…40…60…80…90, 10 more left! I'm in the home stretch of the class! 3...2…1, the last question! I filled in the last box and turned in my test praying and hoping I pass. 

"Okay you guys can get can get up, take a break, and eat your lunch," the instructor informed us.

"Finally," I whispered to my neighbor while going to the hall.

"Do you think you passed?" Hunter asked as we got outside.

"I hope," I answered.

"Me too! That would suck if you didn't, having to retake the whole class!"

"I know! It would suck!" 

"I could barely last 20 minutes in this class without getting bored, but having another 16 hours on this 16 hours, I would die!"

"I feel ya bro, but I'm gonna go eat, I'm starved!" I answered while walking away. 

When I got to my seat, I pulled out my lunch and dug in right away, instantly entering heaven. This right here is some top quality food. I thought jokingly. It feels like I haven't ate in ages!

I devoured the roast beef sandwich, the apple, the chex mix, until I came to my last substance of the glorious food: the granola bar. "No! It can't be, my lunch was just so scrumptious, but now it's gone!" I whispered painfully while finishing the granola bar.

"Okay everyone back in to find out your grades and get out of here!" the instructor said enthusiastically.

"Thank God I finished my food before we had to come in because that would have been horrific having to give up my babies!" I murmured.

Soon we were all back in and they began handing the tests back, "John, Matt, Tyler..."

There was my name, I better have passed or I will be really pissed! I thought while walking up to get my test. Once it was in my grasp I read the score at the top: 92%! I passed! 

"Thank goodness!" I shouted a little too loud and got a couple odd stares. "What? I passed!" I said in return.

"Hopefully you guys are happy with your score, but now it’s time to wrap this sucker up! Everybody make sure you have everything and get out of here!" she stated as we all rushed for the door.

When I broke into the open, through the crowd I spotted my dad sitting in his "sports car" waiting for me. Once I got into the car I broke him the news, "I passed!"