AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (1) Joe's Life (Short Stories) Short story about Joe Warner's life. [1,239 words] [Literary Fiction]
David's Life James Mudge
The soccer players were waiting for this day. Their team was up three to one, with a minute remaining. All were exhausted with sweat dripping all over their body. When the clock wound down to zero the team screamed with excitement in a triumphant voice, “We are the champions!!” The team that won was very jubilant.
David one of the team members jumped for joy over to his best friend, Bob. It was the first championship for both of them. The two of them have known each other since they were four (they are now 12). Their parents came over to congratulate them.
“Good job you too,” both stated almost simultaneously.
David is very attached to Bob and states, “I believe that Bob is a very staunch friend. He helps me with my homework and projects,” David replies, “ he is also very faithful and loyal,” he added.
“Mom, is it alright if Bob can come over and play, we’ll be good,” asked David.
“Sure, my son,” she answered.
On the way home both boys took out their Game Boy, and battled each other in Mario Tennis. The trip home took forever, but they finally made it. They walked up to the front door, but the door wouldn’t open even with the key.
“Boys, we don’t have access into our house,” she declared.
“Does that mean we can’t go inside?” exclaimed Bob.
Correct Bob, you must be very good at vocabulary,” stated Mrs. Martin.
The three of them thought of a way to waste the time. It took at least 20 minutes of thinking until someone could think of anything to do.
“How about we have a blizzard at Dairy Queen. I’m actually starving after that championship game,” announced David. “What an excellent idea,” stated Bob and Mrs. Martin.
So the three of them headed back to the car to head to their destination; Dairy Queen.
As they entered the parking lot Bob saw one of his other friends, Derek standing against the wall eating a bubble gum blizzard. Bob walked past Derek giving him a little nod saying hello and he, David, and Mrs. Martin all headed into Dairy Queen. All three of them ordered Oreo Cookie blizzards and sat down.
“That was a great game we played today, David,” noted Bob.
“I have to agree, that was probably the pinnacle of our soccer career. It was our highest achievement. Now football is a different story, it is probably my nadir of all my sports careers put together. It is my lowest achievement.”
As the three of them enjoyed the rest of their snack, they headed back to David’s house hoping that his dad was home. When they arrived his dad was home, although he was in a very distraught mood. His boss had fired him from his job because he procrastinated too much on his estimating. He felt that his dad was getting tormented and agitated too much lately, because it was the fourth time he got fired from a job and his mom died a couple of weeks ago.
The boys only had 30 minutes left to play so they challenged each other to a game of chess. The minutes flew by with both of them only having two rooks, one bishop, four pawns, and a king.
The friends said good-bye as they were separated. David went to his room and prayed that Bob and his mom would have safe travel on the tortuous road, for there are many twists and turns with blind spots everywhere.
The time was six-thirty. So, David turned on the television to ABC and watched a tennis match. The match was against Andre Aggasi and Pete Sampres. These two tennis players were the best in the world and known to everyone. Both were universal. Agassi was up six-four, six-five, two-six. The last set was being dominated by him four-zero. The grandfather clock was heard seven times telling David it was time to work on homework. He decided to work on Geography first. They were learning about different rashes like plagues at different time periods. Some rashes were the Black Death, Cow Pox, and Cholera.
At eight o’clock he moved onto science. They were studying about virulent types of chemicals, like carbon monoxide, and natural gas. These things are basically toxic and poisonous.
Nine o’clock strikes and David’s mother comes in and tells him, “Lights out it is time to go to bed. Don’t forget to set your alarm for eight.”
“Alright, good night mom,” replies David.
This is one of the most outstanding, superlative days of David Martin Jr.
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