Writing Exercise #3 (adjective: juicy)

As she slowly sat peeling the skin of her juicy Reb Ruby grapefruit Angela contemplated on how different college was from high school. The atmosphere, professors, relationships, scheduling, dress, people, and priorities were radically different from what she had expected. Being a senior in high school and taking college classes alongside her regular classes made those differences stick out even more than normal. But Angela enjoyed the freedom she had in her college classes and embraced those differences with an open mind and joyful heart.

On a particular stormy class day, Professor Collis dissmissed the class early so that everyone could arrive safetly home before the big storm hit.

"Oh that sucks," thought Angela. "Now I'll have to wait here for another hour before my mom can pick me up from work." She gathered her things with a sour look on her face and made her way out of class. "Stupid weather," she muttered bitterly, "always manages to screw me over somehow."

"Oh Yeah? How's that?"

Angela was startled out of her gloom as she turned to see who had overheard her. A young man she had not seen before, not much older than her was looking at her curiously awaiting an answer.

"Oh, I didn't know you heard that. Well, I mean I'll have to wait here for an hour while the storm hits before my mom can come pick me up."

"Is that right? Well, you won't have to wait alone. I ride the city bus, you know, to save gas and all and it won't be here for another hour as well. Suppose we brave this storm together?"

"Uh, sure. But my mom told me never to talk to strangers so i don't know how this is going to work really."

"Hm, let me think. Oh I got it, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Gabe. There, now you know who I am."

Despite the obvious cliche of the statement Angela couldn't help but smile and shake his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Gabe, I'm Angela."

"So, where to now? Definitely not outside right? How about the library? I'm not much of a reader but I find comfort in the silence of a library, I don't know why, I just do... weird huh?"

"Not really," she responded, "I can see where you're coming from, and I'd love to go to the library. Unlike you, I can lose myself in between pages, maybe I can show you my favorite book."

"Oh yeah? And that would be what?"

"Well, you'll just have to see now won't you," she says with a grin.

As Angela and Gabe enter the library a crack of thunder is heard and the lights flicker.

"Wow, Gabe says, now that one was juicy, wouldn't you agree?"

"Are you crazy? You sure got a wacked up sense of adjectives. That was a loud awakening, it was most certainly not juicy, now hurry up before these lights go completely out, I want to show you my book!"