Name: Jack Ciambra

Teacher: Mr.Jockers

Class: ILA 3

1/26/17

 

                                                       The Long Trek                                                                                                                                                                                                           

                                            

It was Thursday and we were halfway through summer, although today was the

 

day our new neighbors would move into a house across the street from ours. Not

 

knowing what the day held I slipped on my shoes and started to head out the door. I

immediately saw them as they began to haul boxes out of their car and carry them up

 

to their new front porch. Although I would be little uneasy walking up to my new

 

Neighbors house, but since we knew each other from school, sports and past events we

 

weren’t complete strangers.

 

Three years later…

 

The overpowering smell of freshly cut grass seamed through our noses as I

 

thought about the over towering trees of green and what the woods planned for us. My

 

neighbors and I decided it would be a good idea to go on an “exploration,” as they called it.

 

Ironically, we could probably draw out every little detail of our street, since we had lived in the

 

neighborhood for more than four years now.   Although the three of us knew it was better to

 

stroll through the woods bored than do nothing at all while our parents ran errands. As I followed

 

their implanted footprints in the dead wet grass, and as it tainted the soles of my shoes green, we

 

approached the dull looking forest as the gleaming sun beamed through the trees and left a moist

 

morning dew that made the air humid and sticky.

 

We began to introduce ourselves to the woodland as the dead leaves from last

 

fall crunched beneath our feet. “This is nothing but boring” Ashton complained. His older

 

brother only shook his head to agree with him as the three of us kept advancing

 

forward. Only looking back every two minutes to notice how the twenty foot beams of

 

wood began to close up and hide their house behind us. More than fifteen minutes into

 

the trek crossing streams of water, tangled old metal fences and ancient rock walls still

 

wasn’t enough to heighten the mood. We were probably a solid twenty minutes into the

 

odyssey before losing trail and getting distracted by supposably “boring thoughts”. The

 

three of us agreed to go do something else so we did…before realizing we weren’t

 

walking in the same direction the whole time.

 

“This is all your fault!” Ashton lashed out on his older brother. The both of them

 

got tied up in an argument before we could even think about where exactly we were

 

Standing. Looking around, as each tree looked identical to the other right next to it

 

wasn’t much help at all. We had to figure a way out of the brush before having our own

 

parents come look for us themselves. Stalking around in circles, as the three of us tried

 

to find somewhat of a path that looked rememberable. Stress began to run high in the

 

three of us as we all stayed focus on the task at hand. Soon the weight of the

 

punishments began to sink in hearing our parents voices as they scolded us for the

 

obliviousness of our mistake.

 

For about ten dreadful minutes of stress, we began heading down one direction that

 

seemed somewhat significant to the way we came from. We ran as fast as we could,

 

tripping up on all the roots and vegetation that we could possibly come across. “Finally thank

 

God.” We all were stunned with a sigh of relief as we saw the back of their white tainted house.

 

The  three of us burst out laughing as the sudden moments of anxiety were soon taken away by

 

our laughter. This was soon to become one big joke (and it did).