Monster Essays - Quarry Hill
Quarry Hill
"What are you doing tomorrow?" It seemed I had asked this question
100 times already during the summer.
"Nothing, hey lets figure something out now, so we don't sit around
doing nothing tomorrow morning!" Was the reply I got from my friend Rudy.
My other friend, Tom, jumped up onto the hood of his 1979 Camero Z-28.
This was the unspoken signal that we would all stay under the stars and
contemplate for a while. I decided to take a seat on top of the back of my
mother's car. "Well, what are we going to do, guys?" Rudy must constantly
be thinking of new things because he didn't even appreciate the moment of
almos....
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