The Magical Night.

Essay by charley_jrCollege, UndergraduateA+, November 2003

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Theme: I only hope that one day I will have the same feeling of intuition as I had that night, to forget about my life and just go out and have a little fun. It might turn out to be one of those nights, one of those magical nights.

Grammer and punctuation are a little off.

The night was clear and the moon was yellow and all the stars were shining brightly in velvet sky. The year was 1999, almost the end of summer. I was arriving at my last party before I would eventually become a senior in high school. I really didn't feel like attending the bash. I had just gotten in an argument with my Father not to mention I really had had a hard day at work. I felt disappointed and tired yet I felt as though something incredible would take place if I were present, so I talked myself into going.

I was wearing my black leather pants with a white dress shirt and sporting a new hairstyle, short but not to short. I was disappointed at first, just sitting there outside, alone talking with my friends about meaningless matters, thinking of calling it a night and going home. But I had yet to realize that this was the night I first gazed upon her innocent eyes. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my life.

I admired her from afar, her long dark-brown hair, her picture perfect face and that special sparkle in her eyes. She was just so perfect, only wearing blue jeans and a red shirt. I was only seventeen then, and I had never seen such beauty up close. As I fixed my eyes on her she was being accompanied by what I thought...