Descriptive Essay: My Mystical Place

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For a half hour, every school day, for a few months, I was really happy. A

friend and I would go to the drainpipe, and we would sit, talk, eat our lunches,

and listen to my walkman. It was the perfect place: It was quiet, beautiful, and

it was full of peace. It didn't matter whether it was cold or hot, somehow you

didn't feel anything sitting on that drainpipe. You would feel the wind on your

face, and it made your face cold, but inside, you felt warm and cozy, and you

almost felt like you couldn't be harmed. There was something magical about the

drainpipe. Maybe it was the fact that nobody was around except the two of us,

and we were tiny compared to the long grass surrounding us. Then again, it could

just been the freedom of knowing that we were listening to the walkman that was

banned from school, and we weren't getting caught. What ever it was, it doesn't

matter because analyzing something takes away the feeling it gives when you

think about it. It was just a great place, and it made me happy, and I don't

know why. That makes it better in a way, just knowing that it had that power.

     Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until a

teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision,

we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had

always thought that adult supervision was outdated by the time we were this old.

We had come to this place to get away from adults and all the other P.C. people

in this world, and now we had to join them again. At lunch time, I wander now,

using the tape player in any open classroom and get into screaming matches with

people, it's all just little kid fun anyway. Lunchtime isn't the same anymore. I

wish the teacher had never found us.

     Even to this day, I go to the drainpipe.

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When things get to hard at home,

and I need to just escape, I make the excuse that I forgot a book at school and

I leave. I cross the soccer field, then the gym, sometimes stop at my locker to

put away my backpack, and I run to the drainpipe. I lay down in the grass, and

think about what ever is bothering me right now. I put my headphones in my ears

and blast the tape that is in my walkman. I'm transported.

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