stranded
By Andre Blanson
Age 18
Grade 12
Fremont High School
On Friday, I called my cousin to see what he was doing that evening, and if he wasn't doing anything, to ask would he like to go to the clubs.

Of course he was going to accept my offer -- even though he lived in Hercules, down by the Pinole area, he still liked to come out here because all the bomb parties are out here.

Getting ready to go to the clubs isn't easy because you want to look your best. I went through four to five outfits, mix-matching them up before I found what I wanted to wear. I put on a green terry cloth shirt with a black t-shirt under it, my black overalls and my black and green Nike Air Uptempos. I even had the Nike socks on to match. My hair was short cut with the sides faded and waves forming circles around my head. And I always make sure I'm smelling as good as possible, so I always carry gum just in case.

It had been two hours since I called my cousin. I began to get impatient, so I got on the phone to call my fine girlfriend. As the phone rang the second time, I forgot all about my cousin coming to pick me up. All I could think of was how incredible this girl was to me. Her name is Tonya. She has the prettiest smile I have ever seen in my life. Her lips form so perfectly. Her eyes are like the color of the sand on a tropical beach, and her legs, oh her legs are so soft and smooth. By the fifth ring, her answering machine came on. Where could she be, I thought. Well, I'll just leave her a message and end it with “I love you.”

I called my cousin, but there was no answer. So I paged him to find out what was going on. Five minutes went by and then the phone rang. I answered the phone with an angry loud voice, and my cousin began to explain what had happened to him. He ended up at his girlfriend's house and they were planning on going to a romantic candle-lit dinner for two.

Now, I'm stuck at home with nothing to do, don't have nowhere else to go, and if I did, I wouldn't have a way there. And I don't even know where my boo is. Is this the way I planned to spend Friday night? Hell no.