Candlewood Creative Writing

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On Returning Back to Candlewood The drive was just as long as I remembered it the first time. The Massachusetts Turnpike never failed to take up most of our driving time on the way to Connecticut. Once again, I felt just as nervous to spend the week with Michael and his family. I was close with them, but I still felt as though I’d do something that would break the deal, and they’d stop liking me. So, I sat in the back of Mr. Torr’s car and hoped that the ride would be over and I would be able to relax again. After a good five and a half hours, we pulled up to the driveway on the side of the house that overlooked the lake. The Torr’s had the best view out of anyone in the neighborhood. I felt lucky that they’d invite me to the last weekend at Candlewood Lake. Once I was settled in to my new room for the week and I’d made sure to say hello to everyone, I began to feel at home, like had the last time. My hands no longer felt …show more content…

I wasn't ready to leave, it would only remind me of how close summer was to being over. Mike and I huddled on the couch, wrapped up in blankets to hide from the numbing air conditioner, and watched what was left of whatever movie played on ABC Family. It seemed as though it was everyone’s last week at Candlewood. There were going away parties for college students, fully packed cars in driveways, and empty houses. The neighborhood that was once bustling with people from all over, now seemed like every other small town neighborhood on a quiet Sunday night. Candlewood was never that neighborhood on a quiet Sunday night, people were always out and about. As Mike and I took one more walk up and down the silent streets, I absorbed the “at home” feeling that had grown in my chest during the short week. That night the last thought that flowed through my head were those of when I would return back to

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