Quarry Hill Essays - English-language Films, Films,

Quarry Hill "What are you doing tomorrow?" It seemed I had asked this question 100 times already during the summer. "Nothing, hey lets figure something out now, so we don't sit around doing nothing tomorrow morning!" Was the reply I got from my friend Rudy. My other friend, Tom, jumped up onto the hood of his 1979 Camero Z-28. This was the unspoken signal that we would all stay under the stars and contemplate for a while. I decided to take a seat on top of the back of my mother's car. "Well, what are we going to do, guys?" Rudy must constantly be thinking of new things because he didn't even appreciate the moment of almost absolute silence. Tom gave a half laugh which said either "I've got no ideas" or "Rudy is a funny guy". "I don't know, what do you want to do?" I offered to both Tom and Rudy. "I don't know, what can we do?" Asked a frustrated Rudy. I looked up to the stars and tried to think. Finally an idea excited me enough to actually say something. "I know! Lets go to the Quarries in Uxbridge and go swimming! I've never been and I hear it's a cool place!" "Yeah!" It was clear to me that Rudy is a quick thinker -- I barely finished my idea before he was in agreement. "Come on Tom, lets go to the Quarries!" Rudy said to get a response out of him. Tom -- still in his "quiet mode" -- looked Rudy right in the eye, blinked, gave a half laugh, and smiled. "Well, all right. It's 1:00am, I think I'm going to go to bed now." I was getting bored with the silence, and Tom wasn't going to move into his hilarious mood, so I figured that I'd get some rest for once. Tom and Rudy got in their respective cars, said some final words to each other, and then the silence was killed by the roar of the '79 Camero's big block 350 engine. I casually walked into the house, shut and locked the door, turned off the lights, and went to bed. The next day I was awakened by the telephone. I rolled over, sat up, and answered. "Hey, Tom and I are coming down now." It was Rudy, his voice was lower than normal, so I could tell that he just woke up as well most likely by Tom knocking on his door. "Aight, I've just gotta take a shower, get dressed, then we can go." "Aight, see yah in a bit." "Later, man." "Later!" I fell out of bed, took a quick shower and then got dressed. As soon as I flipped on my hat, I went to the front door. I jumped down the stairs and whipped the door open, only to see Tom and Rudy standing there with a shocked look on their face. Tom pressed the doorbell, and yelled "Hello Anybody home?!" "Heh.. Wuzzup?" My timing couldn't have been more perfect. The guys stepped back and allowed me to exit. I took one step outside before I remembered. "Oh yeah, I forgot my bathing suit." I ran back up and grabbed a towel and my bathing suit, then flew back outside. "All right Matt, how do we get there?" asked Rudy. "Just follow me to Quarry Hill, I know somebody who lives at the bottom, we'll park there." Tom and Rudy hopped into Rudy's 1979 Pontiac Grand Prix (It was Rudy's turn to drive), as I stepped into my mothers 1992 Buick LeSabre Custom. I started up the big boat of a car, turned on the radio, and then we were on our way. Quarry Hill is only about 10 minutes away from where I live, and nothing happened that was out of the ordinary while driving to the next town over, Uxbridge. We arrived at the top of the hill, drove down, and parked on a little dirt road. I put the car in park, rolled up the windows, got out, and locked the doors. I realized that I was carrying my bathing suit and towel, and asked Rudy where his were. "In my backpack, I've got enough room if you want to put yours in as well." "Yeah, that'd be cool, I don't want to carry it." Rudy opened his green backpack and I stuffed my stuff into it. "Hey, Tom, you're not gonna swim?" Tom shook his head and said "No." I started to walk across the street. "Where