The City With Wings-Personal Narrative

Geoffrey Hernandez, 18

The City With Wings

The city of lost angels. The city that I represent. A city well known around the world for famous and infamous events. I may live in the valley, but that doesn't mean I dont know anything about the restless streets down there. Time passes by slowly on the way to Los Angeles. Heavy, conjested traffic is everywhere, hundreds of people honking their horns at each other as the skyscrapers watch over us from above.
I get out my car and start to walk down the street. I see several restaurants, some opening while others are still cleaning up from last night's company. As I feel the wind pick up speed, I see dust pick up as trash bags move across the streets like ghosts, passing by crowds of people, screaming "Pick me up."No one listens. I walk towards the alley, thinking what movie should I get? What kind of clothing am I looking for? I see hundreds of people crowded in the alley, all moving like wild animals looking for the best bargain, giving money to people in need of it for exchange of goods they cant find anywhere else.
I finally get a movie and two t-shirts, all items in black bags not white. Now I'm at the park, sitting on a bench. As I look up at the blue skies, thinking what I should eat later on, birds keep me company while music plays in the background. Homeless people keep bugging me for change. I feel guilty looking at them the way everyone else does: like wild animals struggling to survive who once used to be like me. A person with a plan for tomorrow. As the sun begins to turn up the heat, I start walking again on the sidewalk. The many stories inspired by this city keeps running in my head, seeing the reasons why Oscar pursued his career as a professional boxer after being surrounded by poverty. Him, along with many others, thank L.A. for giving them strength to live their dreams, for giving them hope.
The sun slowly starts dissapearing. People start going to restaurants while others head to the parking lots. I start heading towards my car, breathing the limited air given to me. I feel a change in the wind, pointing me towards the way home and as I start to turn around the corner, I see different types of people walk the dark streets, all looking for something...anything. Like I say, its just another day in L.A.