Ten Teen Tales. Emma Lorival
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AUTHORS:
Emma Lorival & David Phillip Boydston.
Copyright 2012 Emma Lorival,
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-1035-7
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Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. The following stories were inspired by real facts but nevertheless those have been used fictitiously and they are not real.
TEN TEEN TALES.
As a teacher I learned a lot from my students. I had always tried to steal their thunder so I could have their energy with me forever. Nevertheless I confess that my teenage students have been a Fountain of Youth and a source of joys.
The stories I’m telling you here were inspired on real facts, but of course they’ve been transformed, mixed up, they are inaccurate memories and as in Hans Christian Andersen’s fable about the hen who non intentionally took one of her feathers off in front of the cock and so she started the gossip about the hen who became the vulgar stripper of the henhouse, at the end of that story that same hen didn’t recognize herself and so she was shocked to learn that a hen was able to get naked in front of the rooster. My anecdotes turn into hearsays where the characters, places and accounts are fictional.
Still you and I, we may have good lessons to ground oneself in meanwhile enjoying the reading.
I’m giving here an example; the story written by Bd became my first tale. This is my account after which you may read his.
1. SAFETY GEAR CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE.
There he was, flying through the air, three flips, he made, said an eyewitness. He felt his body dashed against the concrete of the avenue, but he cared for his vehicle so he stood up, walked to reach his motorcycle, then he noticed it was cut in two pieces, he was deceived. Automatically he looked for his cell phone, it was on the left pocket of his jacket, he opened it, dialed just one number and so he called his girlfriend Liza. He told her where he was, and also his disappointment with the broken bike. Then he faint, not caring about the crowd of onlookers who surrounded him.
Conrad was nervous. He took his mom’s car without permission. He wanted to have fun for a while; he wanted to be the rooster for one chick: his sister’s girl friend Katie was his target. Caroline (his sister), was with them, she was in the back seat whining because that was wrong, to take mom’s car when she was at work and without any notice, besides Conrad didn’t have his driver’s license. He had tried once to get the permit since he was under 18 years old, but he failed, he didn’t study the D.M.V. book. He was going to try again in one week. Conrad was sure this time he’d get his permit. Hence, this ride would be a practice, and in the other hand he had studied the booklet so he knew it as his hand.
Conrad was a stubborn guy, he decided he knew how to drive, he had helped his father many times to move cars in the parking lot where he used to work, he did it quite well, even sometimes he had to get around the block some cars before getting a place for them. Therefore that day he was going away some blocks from home, to the coffee shop on the main avenue. No big deal.
Caroline was worried because the main avenue is a busy one, there were many cars and her brother didn’t have enough experience to handle it. Katie, her friend, told her to fasten her seat belt as she did, and that way everything was going to be all right. They would take a ride of half an hour to the most and be right back home. It shouldn’t be any problem. Conrad and Katie were aroused by flirting; they wanted to have some side excitement to calm their needs.
They were riding on the opposite side of the coffee shop. Since Conrad didn’t want to take longtime he just made a wrong turn, his sister was telling him to watch out, there was a sign forbidden that turn, he didn’t notice it, he glanced at Katie smiling as a rascal at the same time as the car he was driving glanced a vehicle.
Now the situation was out of control. Conrad frightened, he pushed the pedal of acceleration, he turned on the first street he could clearly see, but few meters ahead there was the railroad crossing barrier alarm and it was coming down, one trolley was passing by, he had to stop, a pick up and a van closed his way too. The drivers, two middle- age men, called him out and warned him to get off the car and not to do any other silly thing. From their cell phones other witnesses had called the police department of Chula Vista. Two patrols arrived at the place where Conrad had been blocked and the officers took care of the running away teenagers.
Several spectators willing to testify talked to some other officers at the spot of the accident. They were shocked about the reckless guy who tried to escape his responsibilities, many of them were sympathetic with the biker, and they found him brave and charismatic.
KIM DAVIDS is one of my best students, brilliant, handsome, great pal with his peers, cool and dandy. He comes to school in his motorcycle because he believes that it’s less polluting, it’s faster, it goes through heavy vehicle traffic, it doesn’t spend too much fuel, the parking fee in College is lower and since his home is far away from college, it was the best transportation to fit him. He gave a speech in my class about the protective gear you need to wear when you ride a bike. It was a great impact talk to the class since he used his own experience in an accident and there he was alive and kicking, literary kicking, thanks to the bike safety gear he was wearing. He explained with theoretical Physics how a helmet, a jacket and good trousers kept his bones aligned and healthy in an accident. And he made clear that this was the practical application of one of the courses at college that he liked the most: Physics.
He had heard a lot of stories against motorcycles, of course, his parents were reluctant to help him with the purchase of this vehicle, but he was so convincing that they finally agreed. He took motorcycle driving lessons, including defensive driving techniques and practiced with two serious tests, the driving itself, and the written test about basic driving rules and regulations of the Department of Motor Vehicles, (D.M.V.) after which he succeeded to get his driver’s license. He was careful since he loved his life and he was respectful of the other’s rights to live plain and healthy.
He successfully made his first year at college; he even had friends who following his example and advice went to school riding a motorcycle.
KIM Davis also worked at a computer shop, he was one of the best sales assistants; he made good income with commissions to help his school expenses. The day of the accident, a Friday it was, he got out of his job with a good paycheck. A month later he used that money for new bike clothing. The insurance company gave him a good amount to get a new bike. His parents were telling him not to buy a motorcycle again. But he said he learned his lesson, now and on had to watch out for loonies. With great sense of humor he also found himself allergic to death, and with God blessings and technological designed helmets and suits he felt protected enough to go on with his normal way of life.
Hospital was expensive. 24 hours of surveillance, and all kind of doctors and scanners revising his internal organs, some of them were swelling, but all at all was back in shape, nothing seriously ill. Thirty six thousand dollars was the invoice of the Hospital, nurses, doctors and technicians. My student had to claim for help to Government, when these accidents happen and you are not the guilty party you may receive health support from the authorities.
As for the guilty part, Conrad went to jail since the first day. He was 17 years old at the moment of the accident, but three months later he was going to be eighteen, he was transferred to the adult’s prison, a horrible experience for such a young man. The