It was an average day at school, classes were boring. I needed something, anything to excite me. A certain aroma tackled the spicy chicken smell coming from the kitchen. It was the aroma of newly blossomed flowers. The trees were spreading their joy all over the many yards, the birds were singing, the dogs were barking, and the neighborhood kids were all participating in a game of Frisbee. An old lady sat on her porch and drank tea while watching her husband and grandson play checkers. Then it appeared as if the wind began to blow. Time seemed to be of no essence. As the evening sun's rays bounced off the pavement, she appeared. One could hardly see her. As she got closer, my heart began to pound, beating faster and faster with anticipation. As shocking as it may seem, she entered my yard.
             She was covered in gold. The gold was glowing as the sun's rays reflected off of her. All eyes were on her. She didn't have to do anything, her looks said it all. I wanted her, and in time I would have her. I touched her gently and began to run my hands all over her. Her surface was as smooth as silk and she was kind of warm. I could not resist the temptation. I jumped right in head first; not caring who was watching. I was all smiles. She smelled so good. I asked my mom for her name, and she said it was Betsy. I looked at my mom curiously and replied, "Wasn't that the name of our old car?"
             We jumped in as if there were no tomorrow. I guess I knew how to push the right buttons, because she began to sing to me, clearly, with a wonderful pitch. She did whatever I wanted her to do. The car drove so quietly. People were lined up along the road as if we were in a parade. Betsy was more than just a car, she was a work of art crafted with precision. Her first owner must have treated her like a queen. She was clean and sweet. She now belongs to me; and I guess the rest o
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