Kitchen For The Past 2 Minutes example essay topic

Krista Foos English 123/26/01 As I started down the long, narrow, hallway I felt my heart beating faster and my stomach rising into my throat. With much difficulty I kept my head up and my eyes forward, trying desperately to not view inside any of the rooms to the left or right. The hospital smell was stronger then ever and every little noise seemed as loud as thunder... almost like I had two water glasses up to my ears that just echoed every sound. Suddenly I'm stopped dead in my tracks by an orderly who senses that I'm lost or at least having trouble finding whatever it is that I was looking for. She was very sweet, and we probably conversed for a good 3 minutes, but no matter how hard I try I cannot remember one word that we exchanged. It's almost like I had a conversation with her in my sleep and the second I walked past her it was like a dream, which I was barely able to remember.

Well I guess I should explain where I am and why I'm here before I continue with my story... we " ll go back to 3 hours ago, that should catch you up to speed. "Shit Sean your such a dumb ass, how could you forget the tap? How the hell are we supposed to get into a keg without a fucking tap? So now what do you suppose we do... get a nail gun and poke holes through it and get the whole 30 people at our party straws?

I can't rely on you to do anything right!"Jesus Kim, I'm sorry, I just forgot, kill me why don't you... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, what else can I say? Instead of sitting here and lecturing me about it why don't you just get off your ass and come with me to find one?"No Sean, your on your own here, that was your only job, and I think you can handle it yourself, I have a ton of stuff to get ready here at the house."Fine!"Fine!" As the door slammed I ran into the kitchen to start getting things ready for our little get together that my brother and I had been planning since our parents told us about their little trip to NYC for the weekend. The worst part about all of this is that I could have really cared less about the party, I have been in college for 2 years now, and sitting around and getting drunk really wasn't unexplored territory. But Sean, in his senior year of high school had his heart set on it... so like the good sister I thought I was, I agreed to help out. Two hours ago...

People started showing up at the house, and Sean still wasn't back. I just kept stalling his little friends and telling them that the alcohol was only moments away. You would be surprised how food can really keep teenagers occupied until the beer comes. The 17 and 18 year old girls really were driving me crazy though, all the "tee hee ing, and flirting" was really quite pathetic.

Since I was not having the time of my life I was just getting angrier and angrier at Sean, just thinking to myself how the second he returned I was going to march upstairs and avoid all these idiotic guys and the wanna be sluts that had over taken my living room. One hour ago... Everyone was getting pretty antsy and our food supply was at an all time low. Then I hear some squeaky voice yell " Kim, the phones been ringing in the kitchen for the past 2 minutes, if you, like, want to answer it, you probably should".

I squeezed through the crown to just miss the last ring before the caller hangs up. I walk back into the living room and right as I sit down, there that annoying alarm goes again. This time I catch it in time, I only wish I hadn't now... ".

Is this Mr. or Mrs. Anderson?"Nope, this is their daughter Kim, they are out of town, can I take a message?"Do you have a 17-year-old b.