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Essay Archive - Creative Story: State Highway
Creative Story: State Highway
It was a blistering hot July afternoon, with all the windows up and the
air conditioning on maximum, the young boy questioned again why he was going to
take college level courses when he had only recently finished his junior year in
high school. He felt like it was a million degrees inside the red minivan. As he
traveled in a South direction alone Arkansas State Highway 55, with the rhythmic
beet of the tires on the road, he felt as thought he could feel each bump to its
fullest, they were like waves on an ocean and symbolized everything he had over
come a....
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