Narrative Essay On Brave New World

Whenever Logan Oxley, one of my greatest friends, and I get together we always reminisce about events we’ve experienced, one of which was when we went to Harris Teeter and messed around creating short thirty second videos. We would do random shenanigans around the store, like dance to the atrocious music the store played. We have shared numerous experiences that still make us laugh today; and the best one, you’ll just have to wait there and find out.
During the first track out of 8th grade, I decided to spend the weekend at Oxleys house for an exuberant time. What had made this weekend different than the others, was that we would be going to Triangle Town Mall, the place of dreams. It was said that in this gargantuan, two storied, shop filled beast, you could lose yourself to the smell of fresh baked Auntie Anne’s buttery pretzels, with
a hint of sizzling creamy Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. You will now only be washed away by the mob of hurried shoppers looking for the top deals and steals from shops as lucrative as Victoria’s Secret to the exotic item stalls selling a wide gamut of beauty products and polyester jewelry. We could hardly wait for this golden opportunity, for we would be set free to roam this teenagers wonderland.
All I could think of the night before was very engrossing, What should I buy? Should I even buy anything? Where would we even go first? Logan talked about going to shoe stores or comedic stores like Spencer’s, do I want to do that? After the long night of sleep, I awoke to the cold wet nose of Logan’s massive golden retriever, Comet. I lay there for about five minutes, then a wave realization came over me. In thirty minutes we would be leaving. I leaped out of the cozy cocoon of pillows and blankets that I crafted for myself, and jumped into the shower.
As we flew across I-5/40, feelings of wonder consumed me, taking my own mine captive as it explored the possibilities of which internal path I should venture. The path of logic, in which I buy what I need, and don’t waste my balance on useless expenditure; even though that was the path that I should have chosen, the enticing path of emotion took to my fancy, for I wanted what I wanted at the exact moment in which I wanted it. With this ideology, I could only be stopped once the blazing inferno contained in my pocket consumed all life and slowly withered away. This internal quarrel subsided once we hit the golden gate of knowledge the common shopper dubbed Barnes and Noble.
This godly realm of knowledge and wisdom didn’t tempt us, it merely prompted us to indulge deeper into the cavern of common on-goers and the occasional sweep of armed guards, that wore a face of boredom with their uneventful life.
We finally came upon a decision when we saw our choices on the Pepsi “You Are Here” map located in the center of the mini-metropolis. The choice was, Spencer's, the store for the comedic. The long venture to the realm of Sears was taxing on the mental and physical aspects of the body; neither one of us thought we would make it, but we prevailed. We finally entered this mysterious crypt filled with wonder and multiple interesting (definitely not ANYTHING sexual) items that were there for our choosing. Out of all these items, one in particular caught my eye. It was none other than a rubber horse head with a woven maine, and a voluptuous snout. I needed this mask, it would complete me, all my life I’ve lived as a human and once I saw that mask, I realized I’m truly a horse. The feeling burst out of me like a firework on the Fourth of July, I knew this was my destiny, to wear the mask and become Mr.
Horseman.
Before you knew it I bought the mask and was walking out of the store when an idea formed, shining as bright as a star and lit up as quick as lighting. I need to wear this mask, and become the hero this mall deserves, I will become, MR. HORSEMAN. My companion, Logan of the Ox, and I will venture out into this new realm and recruit those into the horse army. We will achieve god status as we gain the sponsorship's from the most beloved brands in this mall. I quickly donned this mask and immediately was transported into a world of sweat soaked leathery walls. We ran about the mall of dreams talking, greeting, and photo-taking with the most random of people. The most erratic of these encounters was actually negotiating sponsorship terms with the AT&T store manager, who we took photos with and made a couple of autographs for. This amazing occurrence of meeting new people abruptly ended when one of the sad, no-life, security guards told us to stop for the safety of everyone in the mall. He also rudely ordered me to remove my mask and leave the mall, and if I ever returned with my mask again, I would be banned. Whenever Logan and I finish reminiscing about this amazing time, we always ask ourselves, would we ever even come close to doing something like this again? Well since we’re just getting into highschool, I say our odds are pretty well stacked up.