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I felt like I was being torn in two different directions. The decision would
affect today, tomorrow and even next week. I wiped sweat off my forehead,
trying to think while my parents urged me to make the decision quickly. They
kept reminding me how they didn't have all day, and it didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure this out. I kept telling them that I needed time to think,
this was a big decision. A thousand thoughts rushed through my brain, my
life flashing before me. Sweat poured down my face like Niagara Falls, each
sweat drop hitting the floor with a small inaudible splash sound. My parents
eyes were staring into me, awaiting a response. My parents urged me to continue,
to choose what had to be chosen. Time was running out, they reminded me.
I put my head into my hands, as if my head was falling loose and I could
only hold it up. My dad made a loud ahem as I stared up from my dark hands
to meet him eye to eye. My dad then said: "Look son, it's either the white
socks, or the gray socks...just make a decision!" Ugh, I thought, it's just
like my dad to make a complicated situation seem so simple. I looked at my
choices of socks, thinking each had it's own benefits and it's own problems.
The white socks stain easily but yet attract attention. While the gray socks,
they don't stain easily but could stain your popularity. I mean being popular
was important when your in 5th grade. My dad, tapping his watch to grab my
attention, sighed loudly as saying: "Hurry up." My mom, sticking the choices
of socks in front of my face to choose just made things worse. I saw a piece
of red lint on the white socks. The horror, Imagine what that would do to
my popularity! It would leave a red streak on my life. My hands trembled
at the sight. I decided to try the gray sock on. Just then, the unexpected
happened. My toenail ripped through the sock! My eyes bulged, I was struck
with terror. I couldn't move a limb. I looked down seeing my oversized toenail
ripped through the beautiful grayness. I yelled out: "NooooooooooOOOOooo!"
I put my head in my hands remembering the times I had with the gray sock.
Oh what fun we use to have, playing in the dirt outside and so on. I met
my first shoe with this sock. My mom said: "Oh dear" and took the sock off.
I opened my eyes to the sight of her putting on the white sock. I stayed
quiet, letting her adjust the sock so it wouldn't be ripped through by my
Godzilla toenails. She slipped on the other one on, taking the red piece
of lint off. She slid my shoes on as she grabbed my backpack and handed it
to me. I took it with no enthusiasm as I kept my head down. I lost an important
friend that day.
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