Steve just left his English class, walking with pep in his step. He had just got his scores for his test back, and the results were much better than he thought they were going to be. He was so excited that he was walking faster, and taller than usual. All the other students walking by Steve gave him looks of disgust, but he ignored them. Nothing was going to ruin this moment.
As he walked he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. It was so nice outside and so nice inside that he just tried to take it all in. Steve felt a thud in his chest that pulled his eyes open with a jolt. He looked down to see who it was and it was a little Asian transfer student.
“So sorry,” she repeated over and over.
“No, it was my fault. I’m sorry.” Steve said. She walked quickly with her head down and left Steve standing there to watch her. He began his march down the hill again, this time keeping his eyes open so that he didn’t make the same mistake again. He didn’t want to let anything else get in the way of his perfect day.
His march led him down the sidewalk and across the street to a nearby duck pond. “This is perfect,” Steve said as he watched the ducks and geese swimming in the pond. His eyes watched the pond to his side and held his attention, like a beautiful sunset. Steve’s next step gave a gross sounded squish and stopped him in his tracks. His attention was ripped from the duck pond and it wrapped itself around his foot. Steve closed his eyes, this time in anger. “Why today,” he thought. It was such a good day. Steve lifted up his leg to reveal the perpetrator of the sick squirt: A huge goose poop.
“Seriously?” Steve headed for the grass to wipe the poop off his shoe. As he walked into the grass, the same squish noises were heard. Steve stopped and dropped his head. He had walked into a mine field of goose poop.
“Stupid geese and your stupid poop!”
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