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The scrape on my boot.
The four of us stood around in a random parking lot of a fast food restaurant, shrouding around the item laying in my hands; a person to the front, back, left, and right, nearly touching shoulders. Eyes shifted around as cars flew us by and legs made little to no movement at sounds and sights of people. In a formation, we built a protection shield that we felt would blend us in with everyday society, yet only making us ever the more obvious. We didn’t want anybody to see what we were doing, what we had discovered you know. It was a secret after all. The freezing winds(seriously.. it was SO cold..) blew through the huge cracks in our human shield that made us all shiver in our spots. The cold sucked the warmth from my hands and made them stiffen as I thought I wouldn’t be able to write.. but I was too excited and wrote anyway.. “12/16/11…” I scribbled the date and our groupie’s name quickly onto the small sheet of paper and struggled as I rolled it back up and tried to stuff it back into its plastic zip lock bag. “Why the hell is this piece of paper so friggin’ fat..!” I muttered under my breath as I unrolled and re-rolled to make it fit. Afterward, trying to put the zip lock bag along with this rusty pin that came along with it into a tiny plastic, black film container was even more difficult. “Guys.. hurry.. there’s a police car!” One of my companions said from behind. This stupid pin won’t fit..! I thought as I kept on stumbling over the items. “Quynh, hurry up! Over here!” Alex lifted the loose hovering stand(I honestly have no idea what it’s called..)at the bottom of the light pole in the parking lot. “No Alex— Don’t! The police is right there, were going to get caught!” The two of them backed away. I was already speeding over. I gave up trying to put the pin into the container as it was originally and just threw it outside next to it under the pole. He slammed the cover shut and we all walked quickly to the car. Well, they did at least. “Omg.. my foot is stuck guys!” I called after them as I realized my foot was caught between the bottom of the pole and a big rock when I tried to walk. They were already so farther ahead that they couldn’t hear me. With some strength I clumsily pulled my leg out and rushed on over. We all hurriedly huddled into the car. “Phew! That was a close one.” One of us said. “Dude it looked like we were doing drugs or something out there..” “Sheesh! If we just told them we were Geocaching it’s not like their gonna do anything..” I looked down at my foot and caught sight of a noticeably small scratch at the tip of my boot that was a bright vanilla against the rather scruffy grey color of the fairly new boot I’d purchased. The look of it bothered me just a tiny bit.. but when I realized that peering down at it from time to time would remind me of the same exciting blood rushing moment I had felt, I guess it’s not so bad. First time geocaching.. lots of fun! ..Man. I haven’t written anything in so long -______- I’m finding an excuse to write about anything! I miss writing.
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