1 A Untimely Demise

Slow. This one single word described Arnold perfectly. Not slow in the mind, but rather a slow lifestyle When he woke up everyday, he did it nice and relaxed on a good day, and seemed glued to the bed on a bad day. After efficiently packing his backpack to get ready for school, he would leave his house to walk over to the bus stop. Were he to be late and the bus already prepared to leave, he would run with a nice steady gait. Arnold was actually quite athletic, with a slim build and fairly developed muscles. Not the hulk by any means, but definitely pretty healthy. His mom and dad knew about his laziness, and constantly made him go on short little jogs. After all, most parents want their children to live good and healthy lives.

Of course, calm and steady usually described Arnold, but that was not always the case. For instance, late at night he would often furiously type essays, wondering where and how he went wrong. He would ask himself "Why do I do this to myself."

Arnold was walking home on a dim winter afternoon. It was only 4:00 p.m., but the sun was already setting. As he turned left on an intersection, he missed a patch of ice on the sidewalk and slid onto the road. He muttered to himself "I-cy bad road conditions indeed." He chuckled to himself as he slowly recollected himself.

Suddenly, a truck approached as he tried to get up. As Arnold desperately tried to move out of the way, he slipped and his butt smacked the ice below him. The truck driver tried to move out of the way, but once again the ice seemed to conspire against Arnold. The truck continued to slide forwards, and the horrified expression on the driver's face got closer and closer. As the truck slammed into him and everything faded into darkness, Arnold thought "Damn, so much for good last words."