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Creative Story: Neolithic Park Essay, Research Paper

Creative Story: Neolithic Park

A Short Story composed by:

Reagan B

Honors English II

Mrs. Coultas – 3

August 16, 1993

“Thanks for that update, Bob,” said the aged anchor person. His voice

was rough and deep, as though he had been to sea recently and had taken home a

throat lined with thick salt water. He sounded too serious, but friendly enough

to be a local newscaster for a maximum audience of perhaps 20,000 bored stiff

eyes. “And now we have a related story about the new sporting goods store here

in Sidney. Nan Johnstone is there live. Nan?”

“Yes, Phil. Thanks.” Nan was an aged person as well, who doubled as

the station’s investigative reporter and local happening’s person. Her voice

was about as clear as Phil’s. It sounded nasal and rusty, as though she had

been talking her whole life and was about ready to give it up for good. “I’m

here at what is now officially the largest hunting and fishing goods store in

the world. Cabela’s will be opening tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock, and

the management is expecting nearly half the population of Sidney to show up for

the grand opening event. In the past few nights, we have been bringing you

related stories because of the incredible economic impact that Cabela’s will

have and already has had in our area. As you know, 2,000 people out of the

Sidney area’s 10,000 are already employed by Cabela’s. That number is, of course,

expected to rise in the months and years to come. The story we bring you

tonight concerns the last step in completion of the 400 acre store and

surrounding grounds. Today, over 700 stuffed animals arrived from an eminent

taxidermist in northern California, and crews were immediately sent to work

arranging 300 of the stuffed beasts in a brilliant display against the dividing

wall in the center of the store. They let me take a sneak preview of the

arrangement earlier, and it is incredible. Even if you’re not planning to

purchase anything tomorrow, the animals make it worth your trip. One may find

the other 400 creatures on display throughout the store. They will be shown

either one at a time with tape-recorded sounds of them and their habitat or they

will be shown in groups. The main exhibit is arranged between the tents on

display and the clothing section, and although pictures are not yet allowed from

within the store, postcards will be available from any of the cash registers or

from other points around Cabela’s. We hope to see you all there tomorrow.

Goodnight.”

“Thank you, Nan. We’ll be there. It looks like it is going to be a

very nice grand opening tomorrow at Cabela’s. And speaking of very nice, here

is Scott with the weather update.”

“Thanks, Phil. It was a beautiful day today, and tomorrow, at least

until about six o’clock, we can expect the same. Tomorrow evening, there will

be a severe thunderstorm warning, as well as a tornado warning for the Sidney

area. The conditions look to me like we could have a tornado come right through

town, but let’s keep our fingers crossed until then . . . ”

The TV screen abruptly went blank via the remote control on the other

side of the room. A young man, about sixteen, sat in a large, brown chair on

the far side of the room, mechanically flipping the remote control over and over

in his hands. He stood to about six feet tall and was about average weight. “I

think we’re going to go over there about four o’clock tomorrow.” He spoke in a

clear, intelligible, resonant voice. The tone suggested maturity of character

and a quiet, serious disposition.

“That’s fine, Brian. Just let me know if you need a ride out there,”

said his mother, a woman of about forty. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go

tomorrow myself, but maybe I’ll stop by the next day or the day after that.

Just let me know what your plans are.”

“OK, mom. I’ll let you know. Goodnight, now.”

“Goodnight.”

Brian stood up from his chair and walked into his bedroom, where he

immediately picked up the phone and dialed Chris’s number. “Chris? Hey, what’s

up?”

“Hey, Bri. Not much.” Chris’s voice was higher than Brian’s, and did

not sound as mature or as intelligent. At first impression, one would see Chris

as very outgoing, yet possibly even too gregarious. “You hear anything about

tomorrow?”

“That’s what I was calling you about.”

“Huh-Huh… That’s cool.” Chris attempted an impression of Beavis and

Butthead, but he did not sound even remotely like either of the two annoying

cartoon characters. “Well, I guess we’ll go over to that Cabela’s place

tomorrow, pick up some girls, man . . . Huh-Huh . . . That would be cool.”

“Dude, give it up. What girls could we possibly find at Cabela’s

tomorrow that we haven’t known our whole lives? Your options are pretty limited

when you’re living in a city of 8,000, Chris.”

“Why, you’re quite the pessimist today. But anyway, there’s no use in

arguing with you. I guess we aughta head up there about five o’clock or so.

Eh?”

“Sure. Sounds good. I’ll pick you up around then.”

“Oo! Gonna get picked up in Brian’s parentmobile . . . yes! Huh-huh;

anyway, though, see you then. Later.”

“See you tomorrow.”

After the evening’s lengthy activities, Brian discernibly resolved to

turn in for the night, and, after informing his mother of his plans for the next

day, did so.

The following morning was a pleasant one. The air had the sweet scent

of creation, and the only audible tones were those of Mother Nature. Contrary

to the meteorologist’s dismal forecast for the evening, the day looked as if it

would turn out to be enjoyable after all. The morning passed by quickly for

Brian, and, as suddenly as he had woken up, the Time that Flies had taken him to

the late afternoon.

Brian approached his parents sitting in the dining room, visiting.

“Well, I suppose I’ll be seeing you all about eleven or so. By the way, you

mind if I take the car?” He directed the first comment to his mother, who

appeared to be the type who worried about details until she made herself sick

with distress. The question, though, was directed at his father, who was

sitting opposite his mother. With one fleeting glance, anyone could tell that

Brian’s father was most definitely the figure with the authority. He possessed

a casual, confident demeanor, and when he looked up from his newspaper to say

“sure” to Brian, his statement was indubitably irrevocable.

“Just be careful, honey.” His mother, though, still received an

opportunity to do her arduous duty of worrying.

“Will do. I’ll see you all later.”

As Brian walked out of the front door, he was met by the vulgar sight of

a ‘77 Oldsmobile station wagon, otherwise known as the ‘parentmobile’. “Huh . .

. I sure do wish I had a job so that I could have money for a car.” He spoke

out loud, to no one in particular. “Oh, well, I suppose I’ll have to live with

this thing until then.” Brian sat in the driver’s seat while he began to figure

how many weeks he thought it would take him until he could save enough money for

a decent car. Still figuring, he put the car in drive and headed for Chris’s

house. When he arrived, Chris was waiting by the door, and as he approached the

station wagon, Brian could see him jokingly mouthing the word ‘parentmobile’.

“At least I’m sixteen.”

Silence filled the car for a moment, until Chris broke in with “Huh-Huh .

. . that’s cool.” Once again, his impression had failed miserably.

“You’re getting better at that, you know.”

“Thanks for the encouragement. Oh, by the way, you need to pick up

Nancy and Sarah from Sarah’s house.”

“Nancy and Sarah? Oh, you mean the Nancy and Sarah a year older than us.

Where do they live?”

“Oak street.”

“Thanks for telling me so soon so that I have to turn around to go back

and get them. No, really, I appreciate it.”

“No prob. Anything I can do to make you late.”

“Nancy and Sarah, huh? I don’t think I know them too well. You?”

“No, but I’ve talked to them in school a few times before. We’re all in

the same Latin class.

Brian still seemed to be confused about the two, and after deciding that

he was most likely thinking of someone else, Chris attempted to correct the

situation. “You know, Nancy. She’s pretty smart and has the long, light brown

hair?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s, well, the less attractive one.”

“She’s still not bad.”

“But Sarah, on the other hand, is incredible.” Brian shook his head

slowly and looked off in to the distance. It was obvious that he liked at least

what he had seen of her. To Brian, Sarah was one of the people he had had a

crush on ever since he had first seen her in the halls of school. Considering

the fact that Brian would never have had the nerve to approach her on his own,

he had thought that nothing would ever develop between them. Suddenly, though,

his hopes had become remarkably more reasonable.

“Incredibly stupid, you mean.”

“Do you mean she’s not book smart, or are you saying that she just

doesn’t know what’s going on?”

“Well, she makes pretty good grades, but she’s the most gullible person

I’ve ever talked to. Oh, and, by the way, if she asks, my ‘69 Corvette is still

in the shop.”

Brian once again shook his head, only this time he had a knowing smile

on his face instead of a faraway look. “Don’t you mean your ‘15 Vette, Chris?”

he said through his quiet laughter.

“I get it. Turn at the next street. Nancy’s house is the third one on

the right.”

“All right,” he said, as he pulled the old, beat-up station wagon to the

front of the Victorian-style white picket fence, “You can run up there and get

them.”

As Brian watched Chris approach the front door, it seemed as if he were

trying to process a hundred thoughts at once. “What should I say?” “What if I

embarrass myself?” He then remembered his mother, who he always told worried

too much, and he forced himself to stop his mental self-torture. He thought to

himself, “OK, I just have to take it cool. If I just act myself, they won’t

even think about the car.” Brian had always tried to make sure that no one knew

he was an excessive worrier with a self-esteem problem, but he still tended to

worry to himself quite a bit. Brian watched as the girl whom he had secretly

liked ever since he could remember approached the door. With a pained look on

his face, Brian then managed to endure the seemingly endless two minutes it took

from the time they answered the door until the time they stepped into the car.

Nancy was the first to speak as they entered the car. “Hi. I’m Nancy.”

“Hello, Nancy. I’m Brian.” An awkward silence followed his

introduction, and Brian could think of nothing else to say, but, “Sorry about

the car. I know it’s a piece.” And then, after another pause, “It’s my

parents’.”

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. At least it has wheels and

runs. That’s better than I have.” Somehow, the words seemed to make Brian feel

more at ease. At first, he thought it might be because they had some kind of

connection between their personalities. On second thought, though, he decided

that Nancy was probably just one of those people who has a natural gift for

relating to others. “So . . . ” Nancy attempted to make polite conversation as

the others had once again ceased communication. “I know that we both know Chris

from Latin, but I don’t think either of us have ever really met you before,

Brian. This is Sarah.”

“Hi, Sarah. Chris has told me so much about you.”

“Was it good or bad?” Sarah had an incredibly pleasant voice. Brian

thought to himself that it was as pure, clear, and sweet as a mountain stream.

He knew the words should have been sarcastic from anyone else, but she somehow

made them sound so genuine.

Brian decided he would investigate not only her reply, but also Chris’

accusation of her gullibility. “Definitely bad, Sarah. You should have heard

what he was saying.”

“Chris!” Her articulation had changed from polite to angry, but to

Brian, the sound of her voice was still wonderful. “I thought I could trust

you!”

Brian quickly decided it would be best for him to break in to prevent

any further damage. “Sarah, it’s OK. I was just kidding. I thought that you

were as well when you asked. Believe me, I haven’t heard anything out of him

about you except for compliments.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” Brian realized that Sarah genuinely was extremely naive.

He decided that it was in his best interests to change subjects. “So, I hear

Cabela’s is still hiring some in-store employees. They hire at sixteen, too.”

Nancy was the first to voice her opinion at this. “I’ve been thinking

about applying, but I’m not sure if it will fit in to my schedule with all the

tough classes I’m taking this year. Speaking of Cabela’s; according to that

sign, we just entered Cabela’s land.”

“Cabela’s land?” asked Brian, “This place really must be as big as I



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