Assignment 12- Tom Polites

The stove clock hits seven o'clock. It's almost go time. You see, I am Tom's car keys. I'm the tool that allows him to operate a motorized vehicle. Without me, this 17 year old boy couldn't endlessly taunt his friends about his ability to drive, so I'm pretty important to his self-esteem. As I sit anxiously on the counter, I see Tom's bald father walk in to make his cup of coffee and read the sports page. At 7:40 the young lad struts in and grabs me off the counter. We then proceed to the 20 year old car which I am compatible with. It's time to put in work. Tom puts me in the ignition and gives me a firm twist. What a pleasureful feeling that is. The car immediately starts, and we are off to school. Once in the parking lot, Tom untwists me and shoves me into his pants pocket. This dark pocket will be my home for the next 6 hours. Today he is wearing jeans, and I am shoved uncomfortably and tightly into his thigh. However, I do get to see the light of day several times. In order to stress his superiority to his friends who have yet to acquire their licenses, Tom will chuck me at them. During APUSH, I am thrown across the room and hit Jackson Leach's large nose with a thud. The anger with which he throws me back at my master lets me know that Tom has succeeded in his goal. At 3:15, it's back to the car for another pleasing twist. Upon returning home, I am placed back on the counter, and await tomorrow when I will once again help Tom show his supremacy.