Essay About Concession Stand Foods And Waxy Look

Arena
Essay title: Arena
Standing here, in this arena thats larger than five of my houses,
I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surround me its like
Im a little grain of sand in a huge ocean. The people in the round gymnasium
all form a crimson, white, and blue rainbow. Their shirts mesh together
like a finely woven shirt with different colors strings. Smelling the
concession stand foods, makes me feel like a starving child. The aroma of
the melted cheese on nachos, makes me want to be outside having a picnic.
The smell of tenderly cooked hot-dogs makes my stomach growl wishing I had
some. I can taste the hamburgers as somebody walks by with one. The warm
meat, with a sweet barbecue sauce is delicious.
Then, a man on a loud intercom yells for the players to come out.
The roar of the people surrounding me is like being right behind the jet of
an airplane. The deafening noise makes me squint my eyes. I open them
though and stand of the lightly cushioned seat. I clap my hands along with
the other fans, and my hands feel greasy after just eating a hot piece of
pizza. My mouth still has the pasty, saucy taste of the slice in my mouth.
I look down towards the court where the players have now started shooting
baskets. Their brightly colored uniforms stand out in the glare of the
spotlights above. The court has a waxy look, like it was just swept, and
the glass backboards, have a shine as bright as a new car.
The band starts playing a song and the crowd swings their arms back
and forth through the air. The mass of people moving looks like a field of
wheat blowing in a spring breeze. A lady rubs up against me as she moves
down the aisle. Her jeans have cracks, and they feel as dry as a lizards
skin that has spent the day in the desert. Her sweatshirt contrasts the
dry feeling