In this blog I am writing my own creative nonfiction of when I want to a Phillies game and the first game that my girlfriend went to any major league baseball game. I attempted to use creative detailed word choice and to try to put the reader in my shoes on this day. Please leave any comments. As I open my blurry eyes and I realize how cold my room actually is as the air conditioner is on full blast. I make the choice to get out of bed as my warm skin hits the cold air. I quickly run out of the room trying to escape the ice box. After I stand in the hallway only wearing my underwear I debate with myself if I should reach in my room to grab some clothes now or if I should just take a hot shower. My decision was quick but I had to get it over with. As I run in my room to turn my air conditioner off and quickly grab my clothes then leave again. The hard part is over. I grab a towel and walk into the bathroom as my body already begins to defrost from the heat from the warm hallway. When I get into the bathroom I quickly hop into the shower and turn the tempter up all the way and take my shower. Shortly after fifteen minutes I finish in the shower and dry off from my once neatly folded towel. I then put on dry shorts and my eagles shirt because I do not own a Phillies one. I quickly brush my teeth and run down the stairs because I realize my girlfriend told me that she would be at my house early. As I look at my phone I see that she has not left her house yet and that I finally got up before she arrived to my house. I sit patiently on my leather sofa playing with my phone in anticipation for the text saying that she was getting the uber to my house. Once I’ve waited for five minutes I decided to make some food while I wait. I’m half way done my bagel when I see my phone shake and a message come through saying I’m on my way. I sit and wait another ten minutes checking the front door every two minutes to see if I can see her. Finally she appears and as the uber drops her off out front. I quickly open the door and a wave of heat instantly hits my face. I squint at the sunny sky and tell her to quickly come inside so I can close the door. After she comes inside I give her a big hug and tell her about how happy I am to see her. I ask her if she wants any food but she kindly refuses. She looked very colorful in her bright red Phillies shirt and her dark blue jean shorts. We sit patently waiting for the time to leave and go out to 69th street terminal to take the trolley to the game. Once it’s time to go my dad starts the car and we run to it hoping it was not as hot inside as it was outside. To our demise it was even hotter. My dad quickly turns on the AC and cranks it up all of the way. He then starts the three minute ride to 69th street and stops to let us get out once we get there. We then pay and hop on the L to go to the game. On the L we see everyone dressed in Phillies gear and excited for the game. Once we made it to our stop we go off the L a d left the station. We walked down the street until me made it to the stadium and we waited in the express line to enter. After the line moved quickly we went to our seats and enjoyed a good game of baseball. What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind) Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin)
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