Independent Writing: Prompt

During our period of independent writing in English Language Arts today,  Ms.Robbins  gave us a prompt to write off of for  five minutes, to help our minds enter our creative side and begin writing independently. The prompt was: The green leaves littered the sidewalks. As i began writing off this prompt as I do every Tuesday during our independent writing period, I realized my writing resembled much what I used to do on the walk to my old school, P.S 8. So, I thought I might share it because it brings back old memories and that means a lot to me

The green leaves littered the sidewalk... but I slowly scattered them to the sides of the street creating a path for me. I scattered the  leaves to edge of  the curb past the deli, where the smell of coffee, bagels and cheap potato chips wafted up my nose. Past the pet store where  I  decided to skip over the step of pushing the leaves to the side and just let them crunch under my feet as I stepped rapidly past the store, because truthfully, I didn't like the smell of  dog biscuits and the sound of dog biting down on a plastic bone. I past the old book store and saw the old woman at her desk, tucked behind a book and dust, as usual. Normally, I would make up stories about every person that bumps into me, or about every bodega or store that I pass buy. Yesterday, I pretended that the old woman from the bookstore turned into a dragon! I guess I was in a good mood that day, I usually turn people into dragons on a good day but, not today. The leaves looked like they had been ripped from the trees by force.  I bent down and picked up a leaf that was broken at the end, I stayed down and wove my laces out of their holes in my black sneakers. I began raping the lace around the brown stem  of the leaf. I then tied the other end of the lace  to a tree beside me. I wished I could do that for all the leaves and then let the laces go when the leaves turned their maple color but I knew that that was impossible so  I continued my walk being careful not to step on any trees and left my lace attached to the branch behind and hoped that next year, the leaves would grow on the trees, live their full life and fall of their trees when they were ready too, not when the wind forced them off their branches.