My whipped up story by Tyrel

I wrote this story for my English 251 class. I thought you might enjoy.

dance with death

I will never forget my walk home after my basketball game. It was cold and snowy like it usually is in Rexburg...the more I think about it the more I think it was July. Yes you read that right cold and snowy. In July.

While walking I could have sworn I heard someone following me. This of course would not surprise someone like me, I'm always being followed these days by one thing or another. I turned around quilckly and saw nobody there, but I could sense that someone was there, or something. Then it dawned on me, maybe it was my "buddy" Jack, he's always following me. It can get annoying at times, but I like it, he makes me feel like I am somebody. He makes me feel important. I was convinced it had to be Jack. My walk home now was not as bad.

Then I heard it again. I turned quickly and right in front of me was a man of some sort, hooded and cloaked with an eerie quality. He looked at me pointed and said, "Hey Tyrel, wanna dance?" I looked back confused, shrugged my shoulders and said sure. Cloak man whipped out a long flat piece of card board, pulled out his huge Ghetto Blaster. Cloak man tighten up his sneakers, I tightened mine. He walked over to the Stereo pushed play revealing a tight 80's break dance beat. I was pumped and ready to go. Before we started we shook hands and he finally revealed his name....death. I was slightly taken aback, but whatever I was ready to dance with death.