Creative Story: State Highway

Creative Story: State Highway


Andy Morgan


     It was a blistering hot July afternoon, with all the windows up and the

air conditioning on maximum, the young boy questioned again why he was going to

take college level courses when he had only recently finished his junior year in

high school. He felt like it was a million degrees inside the red minivan. As he

traveled in a South direction alone Arkansas State Highway 55, with the rhythmic

beet of the tires on the road, he felt as thought he could feel each bump to its

fullest, they were like waves on an ocean and symbolized everything he had over

come and accomplished to make this journey. He not only over came his own self

doubts about whether he can make it, but many who believed that he could not be

successful in an environment with so many distractions.  As he sat in the back

of the minivan fears over the future began to surface in his head. "Will I make

friends?" "Will I be comfortable so many miles away from home?" As these

thoughts raced through his mind he felt alone and a cold shiver was sent through

his body. He was no afraid and cold in the hot summer air. He knew consciously

and logically that he was not alone. For his mother and grandmother sat next to

him in the minivan and would do whatever they could to help him. But yet he

realized something had changed. They were there but would some be gone and that

he must draw strength, self-confidence, and a sense of security from within

himself and not rely on the people around him to fulfill these feelings because

they could not provide this for him. He must venture into the unknown, alone and

could only receive a limited type of security and support from home. Regardless

of which way the journey took him he could always count on them being there in

case he fell or got lost during his month away.

     As the red minivan crossed the state line passing from Arkansas into the

mighty sate of Mississippi. The first image he saw was an eight foot by twelve

foot flag of the state. He knew so little about their customs, beliefs and

rituals. It was as if he were entering into a foreign country. As they drove up

the main entrance he could see through the trees in the "Grove" t
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