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An old man was waiting by the elevator, in white shorts and a short sleeved white shirt, his racket in hand, he looked like he was searching for someone. Then ding, I heard the elevator come, and out steps a little old lady with a slight hump, she was dressed to match him, in a little white skirt and carrying a racket too. She smiled at the man, whom I assumed was her best friend, and as he placed his hand round her shoulder, they headed for the racket ball court.


The night air felt soothing on my hot skin, as I slowly made my way off of the back porch. Surrendering my hands into my back pockets, I looked up contentedly at the stars. They sparkled and shined like they always did, but tonight they seemed extra bright. I love gazing at them, watching their fight to shine in a world so dark. Smiling, I walk back into the house as my roommate calls my name.


As I talked to my old friends in the wal-mart toy section, my foot happened to touch a baby doll head. To keep from tripping, I kicked it away, and my poor friend thought it
was real. The split second she saw me kick the doll’s head, her hands flew up to her mouth in a gasp. Then we all started laughing as she realized, the baby was only pretend.
But I’ll never forget the look on her face, when she thought I kicked a kid!