Voltaire's Candide

I flipped lazily through the book in my lap only pausing to read my favorite quotes. The book was titled Candide and written by a cynic named Voltaire who wrote down a short satire masked by an intriguing adventure. Candide being the title and name of the protagonist was Voltaire's catalyst showing an honest and innocent outlook on all the negative but hysterically ridiculous themes in the book. The book was ranked among the few of my favorites because the books ability mock anything considered respectable tearing down theological, moral, and scientific philosophies as if they were the most foolish things conceivable. I closed the loose leaf book mildly annoyed at not being able to continue re-reading and tuned to gaze out the car window and

I shifted uncomfortably on my seat still sore from my daily torture that I endured, but honestly enjoyed, every morning during cross country practice. With a lazy yawn I stretched out my arms triggering the soreness from my abs and shoulders while thinking that if I mechanized agriculture with a steel manufacturing industry there would be a rise in a government's capital. “Alright! We are here!” my mother said energetically. Looking out the window I saw the house of my best friend Chris who went to highschool with me. We both ran in cross country naturally causing us to shedd both blood and sweat together through our freshmen and sophomore year. It was his birthday and I was definitely not going to miss the chance to embarrass him in front of all the girls he most likely invited. My mom parked the car on the sidewalk across the street and we both got off and headed for the door of his house. ” wait I forgot my phone in the car. Go inside and i’ll go back and get it.” said my mom “oh my-” I said teasingly as I paused and continued to walk

A personal flaw of mine, I admit it, not being able to retain names of people that fall under the category of a friend but in my defence it’s not like he is the worst case. I didn’t know the name of one of my closest friend Anthony until four years after I met him....i've known my friends father for two and a half years so it's not the worst. “Hey, how's it going?” I said said cheerily purposely avoiding having to say his name seeing as how I was too close to ask what his name was. “Hey Atticus! Come in, Chris is out back by the pool cooking some hamburgers for all the guest they should be ready soon.” He said. “Oh nice, hopefully chris is better at flipping burgers than he is at running.” I said jokingly knowing that we were too comfortable with each other. “Oh he better be.” He replied with a small chuckle as I walked into the house. “Where is your mom? Is she going to stay?” he asked as noticing I was alone. “On she's just getting her phone from the car she’ll be here” I replied as I continued to make my way to the back