It was a typical suburban day in Poway. I was sitting in my post as usual. The dark tears and crag-like texture indented in me felt so comfortable. As I was taking my usual siesta in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a strange and unfamiliar vehicle. It was a dingy yellow and seemed to have a physical purpose such as a tow truck. I decided to ignore it and resume my nap. After 10 minutes, I was awakened once more. This time, to a sharp, stinging pain that slowly rose allover my body. It was unbearable and made me pass out.

I woke up in a daze. The sky seemed to have high saturation of gleaming white and periwinkle. It felt as if my pavement got warm faster. That only happened to new pavement though. I found this very peculiar. So I quickly asked the house adjacent from me to close the window in order to be able to see myself. My old friend happily shut the window but before I had the chance to take a look, I was run over by a car. It obviously had been a while since I’ve gone to work. The part that really surprised me was that it was a Lamborghini! He told me that I was looking so good. I still had no idea what he was talking about. I finally looked in the window and saw something amazing. I was so beautiful! My pavement was the richest ebony and smooth as a racing track. I thought it was the greatest day of my life and was ready to rock.

The next few weeks went great. During the first week, I found out why I had my cosmetic surgery. There were new neighbors that moved in who happened to be very wealthy. They proposed that everything had to look nice which included me. So I was treated to all types of fabulous cars. My life was luxurious. And then I met the ugly Ford. It was a very old beaten car that did not deserve to ride my ebony. I told him he could not cross. He was very persistent and disregarded what I said and attempted driving on. As he kept driving, I got angrier. I finally cracked, literally. There was an awful crease on me. I didn't worry one bit though. I assumed that my owners would easily have me re-paved.

Unfortunately, they were moving back to their hometown. I was completely miserable and endlessly sobbed. This made my condition worse because I erode even more when I cry. It was terrible luck for me! Then again, it could have also been for my own good.